“If I have learned anything in this long life of mine, it is this: in love, we find out who we want to be; in war, we find out who we are.” ― Kristin Hannah, The Nightingale
Mariah sat with Peter in the shadows against the back wall. Peter tried to concentrate as violins resonated and the piano filled the air, but all he felt was her hip against him. She leaned into him and rested her head on his shoulder. The silkiness of her hair and delicious scent mingled with the music. Peter felt drunk in the comfort of her closeness.
Gloria stared up at the balcony. Her hard stare gave her the countenance of a bird of prey. The lights on stage flashed as the music from the orchestra seemed timed to the flare of her nostrils. She saw the outline of the bitch Cybrid that lay claim to her man. She would allow the whore to enjoy her last moments and then dispose of her at her leisure.
Master Ong watched Gloria, then glanced up at the balcony. He looked over at the archway that served as an exit. The Dragon Messiah came to the Dragon Master’s side and followed his eyes to Gloria staring up at the balcony. He saw murder in her black eyes, squeezed to narrow slits.
The taut muscles in her legs bulged under her dress. She was a Sentinel Warrior, and her instinct was not bred for tea parties and subservient duties. Her job as a waitress was a cover for the real talents she possessed. He could tell she was about to go off her leash.
While Alexandra is preparing to receive Dari in her dressing room to help her prepare for an outing with the Viscount, I thought I’d cover another area I delve into often in my writing; love and hate. The two are inextricable one from the other. So many memes and metaphor exist in literature and real life that teach us that we love to hate and for many reasons. I will post a series of these powerful emotions and expound on the human conditions that transition one to another. I’ll post fight scenes and the same person in love scenes to capture the spectrum of these emotions. What do you think? Have you ever felt anger or hatred for someone that took your love away from you?
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