Moleskine Pages- Tony Soprano

His hands were hotter than hell, but his eyes were chips of icy flint. His power meant he never needed to show his living, beating heart. When he bled into her reality, she just changed the channel.

Moleskine Pages- Fallen

The Devil himself judged her a sinner. He pushed her into a hole and declared her a fallen woman. Her flesh caused his own to rise; her flesh was his torment and her burden.

Moleskine Pages- misrule

The heat scorched my feet. Voices whisper, call and shout. Our body heat nourished and drew forth the Lord Of Misrule. we hovered in the balance.