I remembered Daemon’s feather soft kisses on my cheek, and I remembered the clouds parting and the sun shining on a cold February day in Ireland. And as my baby girl was laid on my...
—Rebecca Boucher
Fearful that they would be caught, the young lovers cast themselves into the sea with their stone, saying these words, “May we ever be united in love and hidden as long as this stone hides...
Sometime later, I stood watching the cold rain fall, when suddenly I felt Daemon’s arms around me and his lips on my neck. He loved my pregnant body and his hands roamed over it under...
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