2 Quotes by Robertson Tait

the old and worn buildings held a theatrical magic to their fading façades. They were weathered almost by design; they almost looked like they had been lifted from some stage designer's idyllic dream for an opera setting.The dusty, powdery ochres, terracottas, pale blues and pine greens lit by that soft morning glow; the comforting sun's ascent to its daily station, high and shining above that glorious, sparkling old city.

For the first time in a very long time, Hazel felt the swell of emotion as a man entered her kingdom and asked to be made king.The flood of sensations was immense, and she swam in a sea of delight, happily drowning in a sensuous reawakening.