Yes, ladies–there’s MORE! Thank you Jas and the TPTB at WB. 😀
More new stuff! The crappy week gods are smiling down on me!
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If you just want to look at Thorin, I cropped it:
*thud* *swoon* *drool* *giggle like a schoolgirl*
The man is beautiful, obviously. But there are times when he’s been–angelic looking. Even if the character is a rotter, he can still look like he’s just dropped in from the clouds above with those heavenly blue eyes and the sweetness of that smile. He really does take your breath away. Just a few examples of Armitage’s angel faces.
Guy’s the sheriff’s evil henchman (well, not really evil–just misunderstood). Which means he and the Treacherous Troll are constantly scheming to achieve more wealth and power and plotting against Robin and his gang. And later, Beauty and the Beast scheme against each other in a delightful game of cat and mouse. And nobody schemes more attractively than Sir Guy. *sigh*
Reblogged from DistRActed Musings of ReAlity. Come join us for a joint reading of the book that inspired RA and his RIII dream project!
“Five hundred years after he died on the field of battle, Richard is still a figure of controversy and his story still fascinates and casts a spell. Betrayed in life by his allies, Richard was betrayed in death by history. Leaving no heir, his reputation was like his corps: left to his enemies, mutilated beyond recognition.
Filled with the sights and sounds of battle, the customs and lore of daily life, the rigors and risks of Court politics, the passions and infidelities of the high-born, and the touching concerns of very real men and women, The Sunne in Splendourbrings to life this gifted man whose greatest sin, perhaps, was that he held principles too firm for the times he lived in and loved too deeply to survive love’s loss.” thus ends the jacket of the book.
The Sunne in Splendour is one of those epic novels the size of…
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The tousled mane, the floppy fringe, the curls at the nape of his lovely long neck. Those azure eyes rimmed in kohl to smoulder more than ever. The stubble on that manly jaw. The aquiline nose worthy of royalty. The physique of an Adonis beneath the black leather and those Milanese designer threads. The hands.