20/01/2024
“Through the mellow, drifting sound of a Ms Skyrym playlist, Michael, heard his phone pinging on the stand beside him, and knew without looking who it was from. He felt her, deeply connected to her, even when she had been thousands of miles away from him. Reaching for his phone, his eyes leapt to the pencil sketch he had started when Charlie had left earlier that morning. He saw the delicate contours of her back, the intricate, intimate positioning of both their hands emerging from that beautiful place in his mind, onto the paper."
- T. A. Deane ~ Sight of Endeavour
“Through the mellow, drifting sound of a Ms Skyrym playlist, Michael, heard his phone pinging on the stand beside him, and knew without looking who it was from. He felt her, deeply connected to her, even when she had been thousands of miles away from him. Reaching for his phone, his eyes leapt to ...