“Hidden Halls by Stewart Stafford Hail the dark prince, An apostle of perfidy, Great cull’s architect, Lavish secret funding. Wrong horse backed, Crown shards buried, Knights get sanctuary, Sullied pasts shrouded. Ultra kingdom subjects, Bloody, unwashed hands, Eliminating in full denial, That the bacillus was them. © Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved.” WarEvilHistoryPowerGenocideConspiracyCollaboratorsCrownCollusionDark Prince Author:Stewart Stafford
“Maybe it’s time you explained yourself, Dark Prince,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest. “If I’m going to keep your secrets then I think it’s time that you shared them with me.” FantasyYaSecretsDragonDragon SchoolDragon RiderDark Prince Book:First Message Source: First Message
“I had never wondered where he slept, but now I half expected a dark cavern with a bloodied altar for a bed. Instead it was a crimson mirror of my room: red-and-black tapestries instead of pale wallpaper; red-and-gold damask bed curtains instead of lace; and supporting the canopy were not caryatids but eagles, cast from a slick black metal that glittered in the candlelight. All around the edges of the room burned row upon row of candles, casting golden light in every direction so that shadow barely existed.” BedroomCrimsonCandlelightDark Prince Book:Cruel Beauty Source: Cruel Beauty
“Somebody had piled blankets over my shoulders. That was my first hazy thought as I awoke. Heavy, warm blankets. Something tickled my neck and I twitched. The blankets twitched back. My eyes snapped open. In one moment I realized that what tickled my neck was a tuft of black hair, the blankets were a warm body, and the Gentle Lord was draped over me like a lazy cat, his head resting on my shoulder. He raised his face and smiled. The stories were right that called him "the sweet-faced calamity," for he had one of the most beautiful faces I had ever seen: sharp nose and high cheekbones framed with tousled, ink-black hair and stamped all over with the arrogant softness of a man just out of boyhood who had never been defied. He wore a long dark coat with an immaculate white cravat tied at his neck and white lace foaming at his cuffs. If he had been human, I might have taken him for a gentleman. But his eyes had crimson irises with cat-slit pupils. My heart was trying to pound its way out of my chest. I'd spent my whole life preparing for this moment, and I couldn't speak or even move. "Good afternoon," he said. His voice was like cream, light but rich. I pushed myself off the ground and sat up. He sat up too, with languid grace. "What," I managed to choke out. "You were asleep," he said. "I got so bored waiting that I fell asleep too. And now here you are." He tilted his head. "You were a good pillow but I think I prefer you awake. What's your name, lovely wife?” IntroducingMasculine BeautyDark Prince Book:Cruel Beauty Source: Cruel Beauty
“I'm starting to wonder if I should ever leave you alone," he said mildly, dropping a hand to my shoulder. I stiffened. "Then don't," I said. "Stay right here and never strike another bargain." "Oh, you're that desperate to be with me?" He leaned forward, his hand still on my shoulder. "If you wanted a kiss, you only needed to ask." His touch was light, but I felt it as precisely as the lines of a lithograph, with my body for the paper.” Playing With FireDark Prince Book:Cruel Beauty Source: Cruel Beauty