They had not fallen in love so much as tumbled straight down the stairs of affection into passion, and here they were at the bottom, smarting from the landing. He had claimed to love her and had promised to give her all she wanted of him if only she'd let him love her from afar. She didn't want that. She wanted him to love with her, near her. Modern AU

In 1980 Soviet Russia, renowned opera singer Christine Daaé is dismayed when her husband Erik, a discharged KGB spy, returns from war shattered beyond repair. In their world of tragic love and dauntless devotion, where all is so easily torn apart, these fragile and lost souls must learn each other once more before it is too late. —A tale of love, loss and healing. EC.

Have you ever seen the stem of a perfect rose? One of the most beautiful roses I have ever seen had five, wicked, nasty thorns leading up to view the exquisite flower. It made me think how similar that rose was to love. If one must feel excruciating pain to know immense joy, then every rose has its thorn.

Sometimes between the love and the hate, the lies and the truth, the only thing that brings clarity is music.

I was locked in his world. No escape and no possibility of release. And yet I cannot hate him...Dark. Modern. Sprinkled with bits of Leroux and Kay.