The Venator Files

Repository Records: Domus Verita: The House of Venators: Venator Files

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When their lips met, and their tongues touched, it was like they were kissing in a hundred different places, and her senses were flooded with new sensations and old memories. He kissed her, and their souls melted into each other in a melody older than time.

When their lips met, and their tongues touched, it was like they were kissing in a hundred different places, and her senses were flooded with new sensations and old memories. He kissed her, and their souls melted into each other in a melody older than time.

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She stopped at the entrance to a room bathed in a crimson haze. A single light cut through the entire space, projecting a glowing orange equator through the expanse of red light. Schuyler walked inside and paused for a moment. “It’s an Olaf Eliasson,” a young man standing next to her explained. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it? You can see the influence of Flavin.” Schuyler nodded. They had studied Dan Flavin in Art Humanities, so she was familiar with the work. “But then again, doesn’t all fluorescent art come under the influence of Flavin?” she asked saucily. -Masquerade, Melissa de la Cruz

She stopped at the entrance to a room bathed in a crimson haze. A single light cut through the entire space, projecting a glowing orange equator through the expanse of red light. Schuyler walked inside and paused for a moment.

“It’s an Olaf Eliasson,” a young man standing next to her explained. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it? You can see the influence of Flavin.”

Schuyler nodded. They had studied Dan Flavin in Art Humanities, so she was familiar with the work. “But then again, doesn’t all fluorescent art come under the influence of Flavin?” she asked saucily.

-Masquerade, Melissa de la Cruz

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He had been in love with her once, and maybe some part of him always would be, because she had been his first.But that wasn’t what mattered now. She was Clary; she was part of him; she always had been and would be forever. As he stared at her, she shook her head, very slightly. He knew what she was saying. Don’t do it. Don’t give her what she wants. Let whatever happens to me happen. City of Fallen Angels

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Here’s a sneak peek of Mel’s upcoming SERPENT’S KISS, out June 12th!

“Ever since Freddie had introduced doubt in her mind, Freya had been rattled. She’d been seeing things in Killian: malevolent flickers, evil intent when she had almost slipped off the footbridge. But what if it was just her imagination?”

(Source: authormelissadelacruz)

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Katniss watching Peeta paint; post Mockingjay

I wake in the early hours of morning, though his side of the bed has already been abandoned for hours. It’s not an unusual thing for Peeta to wake in the nights, his nightmares are worse than mine and I’ve long since realized he doesn’t want the comfort my arms can offer him. Instead, he chooses to paint. With each passing night comes another portrait of the arena, gruesome and vivid moments which I have no desire to relive. I peek my head into his studio quietly as to not disturb him. Crossing the room in gentle strides I place my arms on his shoulders. He looks up for a moment and flashes me a sweet smile before returning to his piece. We stay like this for a while, me watching him as he paints, until he is completely satisfied. After, he takes my hand in his and we reside to the porch to watch the sun rise above the mountains of our district.

(Source: finnickless)

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Sneak peek from SERPENT’S KISS

Here’s a sneak peek from SERPENT’S KISS, book 2 in Mel’s WITCHES series - out June 12th!

“He’s the one! He’s the one!” they said, pointing toward the fireplace and couch, where Freddie and Killian were standing. It was impossible to tell exactly whom they were pointing at.

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When Schuyler was with Jack, it was like time and space stopped. She didn’t even feel like she was in a room full of crowded, sweaty teenagers. They moved with the same rhythm, their bodies perfectly in tune with each other. Jack expertly kept her body close to his, leaning down to breathe lightly on her neck. It was strange how she could see him so clearly in the dark, when everyone else was a shadowy blur. She closed her eyes, and for a moment, she saw the two of them—dressed differently. They were in the same ballroom at the mansion, except it was a hundred years earlier—and she was dressed in a long evening dress with a tight corset bodice and silk petticoats, and he was handsome and debonair in a white tuxedo with tails. The music ceased to be the enchantment of the Muse song and became a gentle waltz. It was like a dream, but it wasn’t.“What’s happening?” she asked, looking at him as he twirled her around. Around them, the ballroom was filled with light and soft music. The tinkling of champagne glasses, the gentle fluttering from the ladies’ fans. But Jack only smiled. ~Blue Bloods, Melissa de la Cruz

When Schuyler was with Jack, it was like time and space stopped. She didn’t even feel like she was in a room full of crowded, sweaty teenagers. They moved with the same rhythm, their bodies perfectly in tune with each other. Jack expertly kept her body close to his, leaning down to breathe lightly on her neck. It was strange how she could see him so clearly in the dark, when everyone else was a shadowy blur. She closed her eyes, and for a moment, she saw the two of them—dressed differently. They were in the same ballroom at the mansion, except it was a hundred years earlier—and she was dressed in a long evening dress with a tight corset bodice and silk petticoats, and he was handsome and debonair in a white tuxedo with tails. The music ceased to be the enchantment of the Muse song and became a gentle waltz.

It was like a dream, but it wasn’t.
“What’s happening?” she asked, looking at him as he twirled her around.

Around them, the ballroom was filled with light and soft music. The tinkling of champagne glasses, the gentle fluttering from the ladies’ fans.

But Jack only smiled.

~Blue Bloods, Melissa de la Cruz

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