Prologue
The midnight glow from the moon began to fade as the morning sun decided to climb out from under the darkness, and in doing so started to show the tall structure that was the Eiffel Tower. The iron lattice tower started to appear in shape as the first rays bounced from it's free standing body, an engineered piece of mastery.
In the window of a small apartment which stood not far from the Champ de Mars the light burst through supported by a small breeze to assure to the sleeping couple that morning had broken in to the room and that it was time to retrieve themselves from out of the covers. The first eyes to open were from the male, light green with twinkling blue particles could be easily assured thanks to the help of light, followed by the female's. Her eyes a slight brown hue with smolders of what was possibly blue at first glance but changed to a lighter green,
"Good Morning Handsome" the female uttered under the thickness of the duvet, "Did you sleep well?"
The man answered with slight crook in his mouth for a brief second to represent the smiling joy he has for his wife, "I slept well thanks to your body beside me."
She began to giggle as he started to leap onto her and tickle as though they were children again.
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The Red Trilogy: Book One, Retribution
Historical FictionSet in Noir France a young couple is pulled apart by bloodshed as three families of old take to streets to control what Paris has now become... Great!