I was obsessed.
It was as if he called to me, demanding I reach out and touch the brushstrokes of color swirled onto the canvas. It was the most exquisite portrait I'd ever seen--everything about Lord Denbury was unbelievable...utterly breathtaking and eerily lifelike.
There was a reason for that. Because despite what everyone said, Denbury never had committed suicide. He was alive. Trapped within his golden frame.
I've crossed over into his world within the painting, and I've seen what dreams haunt him. They haunt me too. He and I are inextricably linked--bound together to watch the darkness seeping through the gas-lit cobblestone streets of Manhattan. Unless I can free him soon, things will only get Darker Still.
November 1, 2012
I've decided to start a weekly posting for my never-ending list of TBR books. I'm not sure if any other blogs have started a topic like this. I just thought it would be fun.
This week I'm featuring Darker Still by Leanna Renee Hieber. Yeah, I know, I'm so behind on reading, it's not even funny. But hopefully it will be read by the end of the year, haha.