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DENISE
ROSSETTI
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| Thief
of Light
The light of love can shine in any darkness... |
| 有些慾望就是如此難以抗拒
在風格優雅的亞熱帶城市卡拉科裡，金髮艾瑞克是位名聞遐邇令人難以抗拒的大情聖。猶如天鵝絨輕觸光滑肌膚般的怡人觸感，他獨特的嗓音聽來格外悅耳。然而「音律」既是恩賜也是項詛咒；艾瑞克曾藉音律之手竊取了一條無辜靈魂，如今，他必須為此付出代價…… 身為暝色樂花園的業務經辦，普艾拉．瀧森馬奎爾專為那些漂亮的娼妓打點恩客的交際應酬，往來對象並非魔法師，而是一般普羅大眾。然而當艾瑞克對普艾拉施展他的魅力時，她眼中看到的盡是自負虛榮，而非眾神金色的恩賜。然而如果艾瑞克無法運用他的魔力贏得普艾拉的心，他又怎能真正的擁有她？她又為何能抗拒我這風靡萬人的魔法？在他看來，普艾拉若非眾神策畫驅使他發狂的玩笑，即是他獲得救贖的最後一絲希望。 此外一位酷嗜靈魂的死靈法師，正帶領著一個更為黑暗的力量試圖腐蝕卡拉科的根基。而當死靈法師底下的殺手綁架了普艾拉時，艾瑞克必須設法駕馭他的御空魔法，以解救這為如今他已深深著迷、遠勝生命的女人。 Some desires are impossible to
resist...
In the elegant, subtropical city of Caracole, Erik the Golden is widely known as irresistible; his Voice an instrument of incredible pleasure, the stroke of velvet on bare skin. But the Voice is a curse as much as a blessing, for once Erik used it to steal a soul, and now he must pay. Pruella Takimori McGuire is the business manager for the beautiful courtesans of the Garden of Nocturnal Delights. She deals in numbers, not Magick, and when Erik turns his charms in her direction, she sees only vanity, not a golden gift. If Erik cannot use his power to win Prue＇s heart, how can he truly possess her? How is it she can resist what others can＇t? She＇s either a torment devised by the gods to drive him mad or Erik＇s last hope of salvation. And all the while, a far darker power corrupts the foundations of Caracole—the Necromancer, who feasts on souls. When the Necromancer＇s hired assassin kidnaps Prue, Erik must harness his air Magick to recover the woman he has come to love more than life itself. －－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－- Excerpt
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Inexorably, the Lady continued. By your own actions, Erik, you besmirched the blessing of the Voice. You used it to steal a soul dear to Me. Judge and jury. The blessing and the curse cannot be separated. If We take the Voice, you will lose everything. No more of the music, my dear, the music that makes your soul soar. Executioner. He couldn＇t make a sound, but a full-body shudder raised all the fine hairs on his skin. Because the music was all he was-Erik Thorensen, also called Erik the Golden-that, and the easy, unruffled charm he wore like armor. When he concentrated, the Voice flowed out of his deep chest like a stream of purest, golden air. It made people think of silk or the best chocolate liqueur from Concordia or the glorious, sliding friction of sublime and endless sex. It was a miracle, that Voice. The rest of the time, he was still a damn fine singer, if a trifle run-of-the-mill. ＂No.＂ All he could produce was a hoarse rasp. ＂No.＂ Despite the way he＇d corrupted the gods＇ gift, music brought his soul as close to the warmth of human connection as any artifice could do. His magnificent baritone gave him passion that was real, more satisfying than any sex he＇d ever had. It kept him sane, focused on the here and now. Without the Voice, there＇d be nothing left that was Erik. He＇d be a shell that walked and talked, a big golden body women would desire for its own sake. Nothing more. Hell, there were dark nights of the soul when he suspected he＇d already reached that state. A huge forefinger stroked the length of his naked spine from nape to buttocks, excruciatingly lightly. Erik shivered. You＇re lonely, murmured the Lady. Aren＇t you, little one? And yet women tumble in and out of your bed, smiling as they leave. ＂Yes,＂ he said. ＂But it means nothing. They mean nothing.＂ You don＇t enjoy sex? asked the Horned Lord. How is this? You control the women, the bedsport. You get the release you need, and all of it on your own terms. ＂True, my Lord, but I want . . .＂ What? A growl like thunder. More? Erik gritted his teeth. ＂I presumed.＂ You wield your charm like a weapon. The threatening pressure of the Dark Lady＇s disapproval rolled heavily down his spine, bringing with it a drifting scent of ice and ancient stone and warm woman. What need do you have of anything more? Pressing his lips together, Erik shook his head... －－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－- Excerpt
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| ■狄尼絲．羅賽媞／Denise Rossetti When I was very small, I had an aunt who would tell me the most wonderful fairy tales - all original. I grew up, as little girls do, but the magic of story still dazzles and enthralls me. On the good days, I like to think of myself as Scheherazade＇s sister. On the bad days - not so much. I remain an incurable romantic who loves happy endings, heart-pounding adventure and the eventual triumph of good over evil. All hail the guys in the white hats - unless the ones wearing black are more...um...interesting? I live in a comfortable, messy old house in the Australian suburbs. I＇m small, noisy and tend to wave my hands around a lot, which can be unfortunate if the tale I＇m telling happens to have explosions in it. |
| 作者：狄尼絲．羅賽媞／Denise Rossetti 系列：Four-Sided Pentacle Series, Book 2 規格：平裝／Paperback，13.8 x 20.7 x 2.2 cm，426頁 出版商：Berkley 出版日期：2009年11月03日 語言：英文 ISBN-13：978-0-425-23130-2 非新品書頁泛黃，內頁有鈐印，附保護書套，不介意物品狀況再行購買。 Condition: Good. Pre-owned title with stamps on two pages. No missing pages nor anything that would compromise the legibility or understanding of the text. All pages are intact, no highlighting of text, no writing in margins. With dust jacket. 解放深層的慾望 孤哀子 The Lone Warrior 狄尼絲羅賽媞 Denise Rossetti 光明盜賊作者 死靈法師 Necromancer 深淵惡魔 Demon from the Dark 不朽夜族 瑰絲莉寇爾 Kresley Cole Immortals After Dark 心聲 Sound of the Heart 珍妮芙葛拉漢 Genevieve Graham 同一個天空下作者 蘇格蘭高地 同一個天空下 Under the Same Sky 珍妮芙葛拉漢 Genevieve Graham 中世紀蘇格蘭高地 歷史小說 ★消費滿額可享免運優惠★
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