Eolyn

I'm reading my friend Karin Gastreich's book, Eolyn.  I find the dialogues to be at times a bit forced. But Karin certainly has a gift for descriptions. Sometimes lyrical and sometimes majestic, her descriptions in the book alone make it worthy of reading. Here's a gem that I read this morn:

"After their first midwinter’s offering, many nights came to pass in which Eolyn sought the warmth of aen-lasati in Tahmir’s bed. Each encounter revealed another undiscovered path across the solid contours of his body. Eolyn delighted in the response of his sun warmed skin to the curve of her palms, in the silky fall of his black hair between her tapered fingers, in the sensual pull of his lips upon her breasts, the curve of her abdomen, the sacred mystery of her sex. Over and over she cultivated the flame of his desire inside of her and lost herself to the pleasure of his strength until the ecstasy of the gods bound them and abandoned them, leaving her nestled against him in sweet, exhausted satiation."

( Gastreich, Karin Rita (2011-07-06). Eolyn (Kindle Locations 2969-2975). Hadley Rille Books. Kindle Edition. )

Golden!