The chapters each have their own titles such as “Silken Irons,” “Into Eden,” or “The Nadir.” When the heroine meets the hero her first thoughts are of Milton’s poetry: “His form had not yet lost/All his original brightness, nor appeared/Less than Archangel ruined…” The prose is evocative and compelling, but not purple. If it was a poorly written book no one would still be talking about it 20-plus years after it was published.
The main attraction of “Stormfire” is its writing. The ultimate in bodice-ripping, “Stormfire” is a tale of two mentally unstable people and their violent, intense love. So, after a couple of decades of reading romance, I finally got around to “Stormfire.” Whew! They do not write them like this anymore.
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