"Look at us," Jewel whispers, as Roman maps his fingerprints on her arms, "we are a mess. An abstract, colourful, broken mess." "Then let's fix it." And for the first time, they believed in magic. In raw, real, incomprehensible magic, that slowly made them disentigrate into crumbles and shards. They, themselves, had become m a g i c and were under each other's spell. ••••••••••••••• Book 1 in The Roman Jewel Duology.All Rights Reserved