Black Harleuin The Romance Revealed

The day of the first show was an exciting time for Ebony, Astyarres,  abroad Emystary, Lotus and Queel.  The campaign abroad, listed for 4 performances. Wardrobe assistants and runners were in and out assembling the show's sequence of events in the line up of garmets to be worn by Ebony and Astyarres.  The dressing room suites would remain adjoined between Astyarres and Ebony for the duration of the trip. Everthing was center stage and accessible. Lights, Camera Action the show was about to begin opening with of course a grand performance by Pharaoh, his dancers and a magnificent special effects lighting and audio engineering crew who made it appear as if Pharaoh had road in on his chariot amidst a sand storm. Ebony was waving to the audience as he stood beside Pharaoh and the dust sparkled and lit up the sky as well as the stage, the performance was the perfect attraction to Astyarress who was all glammed up as Cleopatra to make her modeling debut in swim line collection, a barely there piece hidden under an oversized veil, cape with a train that ran across the stage glistening with jewels that complimented the outfit that Pharaoh was wearing as he performed. Ebony's outfit was less than mediocre as he was all oiled up and buffed for his garment, a male short and expensive jewelry made his appearance look like royalty. Ebony was escorted by other models to a stage prop made to look like royal seating for a Pharaoh during Egyptian reign where he would remain during the performance. A well desired royal service given Ebony's history in the modeling biz. Ebony, e face of more than two decades globaly. Astyarress led a group of models in behind Pharaoh's entrance, behind an elevated chariot and special effects. Dancers, paraded across the stage behind the models. The models includes holographic depictions, animated 3D model images on screens, as well as the human models all were adorned in colorful custom accents complimenting tiny bikinis, one piece suits, mini skirts, skorts and tiny retro shorts, both beautiful male and female models as Pharaoh delivered his new hit song amidst a grand audience that had piled the arena to see the Sparkle and Fame Denim's new design collection as well as Pharaoh's performance. The light show made the event even more spectacular. The event had sold out over 5000 tickets and sponsors who partnered the event for an hour of a lavish and expensive marketing campaign.

Ebony and Emystary had come to the promise of another closing goodbye, this time haven lasted the age of fire to ash, camped alongside the two lovers and their collected thoughts that poured into a nonverbal composition. Returning in the remnants of woven clouds dissipating with the early rays and the first opening of Emystary's eyes, was the thoughts of... where the air stood still and circled her thoughts that draped down the bosom of her face. Lay on her cheeks, the remaining chill and waters of his caress. Passionate thoughts.  Ebony was poetry in. And of himself. Who, was now in the shadows of the previous evening. #2 As we continue with another Sneak Peek from Black Harlequin the romance revealed. ...aiery whispered confessions emerged, loosened secrets, alive, born from questions, disguised in unliked, unfriendly, no longer neighbors of intimacy afar,  in a souless haste, rushing and crashing, escaping wreckage, was almost a tragedy, but a shadow that remained, was how words revealed that the moments into time, was the day and cast of their silhouettes, stone. moments that came unshockingly  when  Emystary was relieved by Ebony's call, upon receiving the scented letters from Emystary. Owning it, His tone, His voice, Hushed, the absent questions that they didn't speak it was the poetry of Emystary's letter. Captivating, was the beginings, the climax and renewal of the lovers correspondence, caress, that made for the age of days, to come to past and the bareness of the words, that was the seduction

Until beautiful exists no more.

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Book 6

Ebony & Emystary's romance continues.

... How far can you go above the darkness eating at your flesh into a halo above yourself, embracing yourself then drifting on what turns you on?It was a the question and after thoughts that clung like the rain, still wet on her skin, a silk, wet rain, that she wore in her thoughts between the sheets. (Excerpts from Spellbound, A prelude to the release of Black Harlequin) ... I want you to lay beside me if there were no end and eternity was the beginning, a drink of your kiss, has taken me so much deeper. Wells of emotion and turns of devotion, Finesse eyes your delicate and sincere... I take with me beauty’s portrait and breast the unknown, welcome your days I do cherish and commit to invest fragile innocence blurs the bottom of trodden days never flown Beside me you will be strong... Firey Rain Scene Fire thirsting for the rain of the sweat of their skin, the night tightened, and the air ran off the walls. The rush of the grasp of more than bodies tangled in what now became the floor made the love scene and the gravity closed, confusing day and night, no longer distinguishable between an affair of 24 hours of day, the light of day hadn't broke the embrace between floods of concentration, never leaving one another... BLACK HARLEQUIN excerpt/Spellbound by Jocelyn Shaw

Poetry performed by Kelly Nyanchama

Stars in the footage.

The rulership of any King of any land embodied his wealth portfolio of human assets, voluntary or involuntary servitude, of which his legacy was chronicled by his loyal family, servants and enemies, a legacy that lived after him. As with recognition of the Kings deeds good and bad, both were chronicled for reason the history in stories has had a profound effect, impact and value of which had to be protected in order to live beyond the life of the ruler, the monarchy, and remain the belief of the majority. In any "his -story", the story is communicated in order make believers amongst the people that a kast existed, Upper, Middle and Lower classes of citizens or which the King, as the Sun has risen above. No "his-story" exists if not found where in the ruins crumble the stories of victory, as the Coliseum's ghosts only live in the eyes of the witneses, long after the Eye of the Tiger's thirst and the royal mane, the cloak of pride his shield of honor. Until the next book in the series, chapter and episode, we'll keep journaling and chronicling the Chronicles that catch and reveal.

Preview from book six.

Excerpt from book Six. Chapter 1.

Book excerpt, preview.

Book preview page 22 narrated.