Cobweb Bride (Cobweb Bride Trilogy, #1)

by Vera Nazarian

In silence he formed out of the cobwebs of the gilded crown molding near the ceiling, the dust motes of desolation, and the fallen shadows in the corner. All these tiny bits and pieces of the mortal world rushed together to shape him. He began as grey smoke. Then, darkness deeper than soot. His form solidified into a man, gaunt and tall, clad in black velvet like a grim Spaniard. He wore no cape, but somehow his face was hooded, as though a veil rippled between him and anyone who might look.

THE VISUALIZATION OF THIS IS GOD TIER

She had never been kissed before. And now, her mouth had been consumed.