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“There are no Rhett Butlers and Darcys in real life. Only Heathcliffs.”
An avant-garde romance that goes beyond sexual chemistry and digs deep into human nature and relationships.
Elizabeth Goodenough met Saber Fergus for the first time when she was eight and he was twelve. He broke her heart when she was eighteen. Ten years later, an unwitting mistake on Izzy’s part once again brings her face to face with the same one-night stand that once brutally crushed her.
But something seems different this time. Has her dark knight really transformed into a knight in shining armor, or is he playing her all over again?
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At this point, Saber cracked a crooked grin and asked, “What’s his name?”
His flat voice became ebullient. His mischievous smile created subtle wrinkles around his deep-set, ebony eyes. They were shining far more brightly than the stars I spent hours staring at trying to figure out which ones were my parents.
“I haven’t named him yet. I got him only about a week ago. I am still thinking of a name.”
“Got him or stole him? Just like you were trying to steal our flowers.”
He was teasing me and it was working.
“You cannot steal flowers. Flowers belong to Mother Earth and Mother Earth belongs to all of us.”
“This part of Mother Earth belongs to me, so I own everything in here including wicked little girls with their hideous looking sons of bitches.”
The way that stiff-necked boy retaliated right away, it became clear that he was not someone easy to take down.
He continued. “So since both of you belong to me, why don’t I name him for you? Dandelion. How is it?”
“Dandelion?” The name made me smile. “I like it. I will call him Dandelion. Now he has an actual name. Grandma says once you have a name, you become a real person. Dandelion too is a real person now.”
“No, he is still an ugly son of a bitch. Do you like the dandelion collection over there?”
“It’s beautiful. I wish I had some in my house, but our house is too small and we don’t have a garden.”
“You can take one from here. Come with me.”
Saber moved toward the garden and I followed him. He plucked a dandelion and handed it to me. It was my first time holding one. I was staring at the delicate dandelion when Saber came close and blew right into it making it vanish into thin air. I was still trying to figure out what had happened when I heard a giggle.
“You are a meanie,” I told him.
His eyes shone like a polished apple. He snatched the stem out of my hand and flicked it. It fell on the ground.
“Dandelions are far too delicate. They are just an illusion. They look real but they never last. Here.” He plucked a red rose and gave it to me. “Take this instead. Red roses are far more resilient.”
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