The unrivaled lyrical styling's of author, Valentinno so eloquently capture the images, words and phrases of 18th century romance in this beautiful love story. I was so caught up in the pages of this book it made me feel like I was actually in another time and place. Valentinno's writing is so unbelievably passionate it's like he possesses the DNA of every classic romantic poet all rolled up in one. I cannot highly recommend this book enough!! It is truly epic!
A Romantic's Passion the Tenth Muse is an emotional and inspiring journey of true love. The kind of love that most of us only dream about finding one day, or only see in the movies.
But this book brings hope that it does exist due to it is based on a true story about a poet and the heat of his passion for his muse.
The book is filled with remarkable romantic poems, and love letters that the author has written to his muse through the years. I especially like that Valentinno shares his thoughts about his muse in private journal entries he has published in this brilliant work of romance.
It is amazing how the author put this book together and actually shared his real life romantic experience of love with his readers. It is a wonderful tribute to his muse, and that's what I call a true romantic...a man writing an entire book about his woman to tell the entire world how much he loves her.
exile has sent me fourth, banished! Cast out from admits the stars to wander the
gravel beds of the earth in black. He whom seared my saffron wings had crossed me
from sainthood to a mortal breathing sinner. As darkness breathes out, telling the
twelve hour to midnight.
found myself alone in the desolate shadows, as venomous
storms of wind, and thunder turned this earth to ash; where blood shed out of lakes
of fire from the watery eyes of the moons eclipse. I have never seen more evil
than the pain’s and torments that hell can hold in this cursed land.
The very sight
of it can only more exhibit the paintings of my Fears that brush my face. I
would soon rather see what dreams await me in the cold bed of death then look
upon the savage glamour of this decayed rural prison. but since time has pause with
no clock to bring count to my existence;
immortality as my former I shall count the days and sullied nights till my
untimely demise. I take those faults and crimes upon that brought me to this middle
realm of judicious punishment,
when I once lost my good path and those righteous angels were my
But as I
seek my travels I greet a dark castle standing, among the valley baring a maze
of towing greens that shaped my heart with fear. There a statue structured in fleshy
bone and blood, was built upon the graves of brave men who once dared to pass
through natures wandering evil.
I look upon
this statue of darkness for which decades it has stood, guarding a bloody stone
path leading to a summit of a cliff as high as heaven, presenting a ridge,
unsteady of wood and rope. With reason unexplained
it set my travels forth with harm undone upon this perilous night.
And last in
breath my soul turns to deaths grim face to stare-down his deep black eyes to
push forward that bridge which none had ever crossed alive nor returned, and
there I faced my fear no more the heart, and calm in breath.
I bare that
crossing and much behold my life’s account over a devouring abyss, and escaped
that bridges fatal wounds and made my way to the other side. There I approached
a forest green, dark, haunting, with silence over long.