bookofkatherine

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The Perfect Ink

When Alexander Skarsgard loves through shared artistry.

When I met Alex in 2014, he was working on his acting career. But when a dangerous mission for the Order forced him into a safe house in 2015, his fingers grew restless.

That's when I learned that Alex had begun sketching fashion designs as a young boy. Sadly, his father beat him for it until Alex stopped. But Alex had gone No Contact with his dad for nearly a year by the time he found himself in the Order's safe house..

His dad is not only an alcoholic, but he also ran up more than $20 million in gambling debts under Alex's name without ever informing him! That's one of the benefits of joining my team in The Order: I find out all ways people have been screwing you over- and then I do whatever I can to help support you and set everything right again.

It took a number of years and some setbacks, but Alex has paid off more than $30 million of his father's debts now. And his dad has stopped crashing Alex's sets to try and suck more money out of him. Nope. Stellan Skarsgard is the rest of the family's problem now- unless they finally get smart and dump him too.

Anyhow. Back to 2015.

When Alex was alone in that safe house, I let his fingers fly when they wanted to. I got him a stack of sketch books, sketch pads, charcoals, pens, inks, watercolors, pencils - everything he could possibly want or need to dump the designs he'd been storing up in his head back onto paper once more.

Fuck his dad. Alex fucking saved the fashion industry. I don't know if you remember what fashion was like before Alex came along, but you can definitely see the effects in the before and after photos when he stepped onto the scene.

You see, fashion designers have to put out so many designs and collections a year that they simply have to contract out the work. They hire other designers and artists to makes pieces for their collection - or in Alex's case, they often hire him for their entire collection.

But Alex is in high demand now. Each design costs a fortune. Take this look that Kendall Jenner commissioned from Alex in 2021 for the Met Gala:

She paid Alex $12 million dollars to make it. But look at the smile on her face! Oh, I always know when Alex made a design for someone. Their face shines like neon. Even the models changed after his stuff hit the runways.

Suddenly the models could move again. They could walk without pain or torture. But more importantly, the models felt beautiful again. And that's just made our world a better place... honestly. To have joy return to one of the darkest corners of the world? Wow.

See that perfect fit?

But sometimes Alex goes even further and uses his fashion to flirt with me.

For example, the day he decided to flood the runways with roses for me, in honor of Book of Katherine. He and the whole Order kept it a secret. And then they flooded by feed on the day the runways began. And my heart nearly burst.

Valentino's show in Rome, for example, happened on the Spanish Steps that my uncles Stefan and Gustaf built 300 years ago. Kyle Redd wrote and produced the music Labrinth sang as the designs went down the steps. And Alex drenched the models in roses and sparkles and maribou feathers... in bright reds, whites, silvers, blues and hot pinks.

It was a runway designed for me to enjoy. It was a gift to celebrate what was about to come: the premiere of my first movie one week later.

And then there was the time I dove into Anna Ismagilova's watercolors with a feverish gusto.

See a theme?

Can you already guess what Alex did in response to my editing of her work? (I'd been put in charge of a certain art project and spent one entire wall focusing on Anna Ismagilova's works. I've edited a lot of artwork in my years on this Earth, and I've rarely been as happy working with a collection from a single artist as I was working on Anna's pieces.

It was pure joy. And so - the amazing man that he is - Alex gave me this:

Have you seen the Fall 2022 Schiaparelli Haute Couture show? My jaw just dropped to the floor, and then I simply wept.

I mean, the man blacked out the entire runway and then donned the models in gorgeous wide-brimmed hats. And then he gave them the very silhouettes Anna had throughout her fashion designs - but focused on the ones I myself would wear.

And God - he designed the goddamn red lip into the designs. The RED LIPS!!! God! Peeking out from under those wide brimmed hats!? Complete with lighting to emphasize it!?

Ohhhh... and it was such a hit, Schiaparelli pays top dollar to ensure that he designs for them - I don't even think they sew the designs. They want him sewing them. No one else. And that's how you getting fucking majesty like this:

And you get haute couture designs that are instantly iconic, like this:

But recently Alex surprised me with a new flirtation.

You see, before I fell ill with my neurological disorder, I used to paint. I used to do watercolors, charcoal and ink pieces.

And my ink has a very, very, very specific look. I used to have a few of those pieces hanging on my walls. But then Satan attacked and Merlic had to tear them all down.

But Alex remembers. I know he remembers. And I think he looked up the videos of me making them - because The Order did that - they recorded my whole life. And certain Knights have access to that library.

So when I saw these designs suddenly released, I gasped.

How the hell did my style of ink end up on clothing designs!?!?!?

And I knew it. I knew it instantly. Alex was letting me know that he not only remembered, he loved what I'd done. And he didn't want me to forget either.

He knows I don't like my art. The Knights - through things like this by Alex - have been helping me see my artwork differently. They are helping me see the beauty in it.

Oh, Alex, what perfect ink.

So I wrote him today:

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Sweet Dreams for Cap

I'm not very good at saying goodnight...

I sent this photo and poem to Cap just now. He's sleeping, I'm sure. But I still think of him deep in the night, and I want him to know that as he wakes up! Yummmm...

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Boots for Robert Downey Jr.

Flirting with RDJ is easy, if you know what he likes. And I do.

Now that Downey can write me back, I've made it my life's mission to make him sweat with a single text. Luckily, he was pretty open with me about what he likes.

And when I sent him a few test images, I discovered we both have a deep and diverse love of boots. Oh, he loves to wear men's boots- the military kind with a few sparkly ones thrown in.

But to get his pulse to quicken, it's my legs in a brilliant pair of ladies boots- of any shape and size. So I'm sending him the ones I plan to wear in the Rose Room. They're already part of my collection at the Order. I have soooo many boots! But I think I'll ask for even more just for Downey!

Oh, baby. Oh, baby. And I'm just getting started!!! Watch out RDJ!!

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Doing It Right

Nah. I married him instead. ;)

I sent this to John Krasinski this morning after a hot and steamy rendevous in the Dreamworld. And yeah, I added the tagline, "Nah. I married him instead. ;)" too!

After all, I not only married Krasinski- but we've renewed our vows three times already in just the last month and even gave birth to two sets of our cubs! (Is that what I call 3/4 angel, 1/4 wereworld babies? Cubs? Either way, they're all at the new earth now. The venom in me would've harmed them if I'd carried them to full term, unfortunately. God, Krasinski's face killed me both times. He's such a fucking amazing dad!! But we're down to a face off with Satan himself now. Pregnancy? Not a great idea... And Krasinski agrees with me. But we don't like it.)

Anyhow, I was still wet and damp with sweat from our lovemaking today when he wrote me back. I grinned as he responded: "That's right!"

God damn, that man is sexy!!!

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Let me in.

-John Krasinski

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Hold to Me

When Jesus begins writing his bride letters, she's inspired to write Him a love poem!

HOLD TO ME

In the heart And in the night You keep me close You guide my light

I never fear For you are near You calm my nerves And dry my tears

I know the end You know my begin We both hold hands Waiting to breathe in

There will come a day There will come a night Everything made new Everything made right

No deceit No sin No devil No chagrin

I love you You love me And in the stars Our whole family

Blessed be Blessed be The name of you The name of me

The call of children Wild and free Blessed you And blessed me

You are my king You are my kind You make me strive Towards the divine

It's all I want It's all I need Tempt me not From your knee

I hold to you Oh my Lord Oh my One Please hold to me

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A Knight and His Rose

Viggo Mortensen receives a poem from the maiden, now queen, whom he first met and married a thousand years ago.

A KNIGHT AND HIS ROSE

To the king She kneeled down And pressed Her gentle Forehead now Along the cool Stone ground And wished to Be transported To the day They first met

She a blushing Bride He a groom To be Knight and His maiden Holding hands Tightly Before saying I do to thee Upon first meet

How could they know then What they both know now How could they guess Where they'd go, gone and went Or that this world of theirs Would end

Was it there In their first kiss At that chapel Full of witness

Did the angels know then What came for he and she now Or that the winds of change Had just begun to howl

The knight and his rose Were they the heralded sign Of what was to come In the close, the heaven The divine

It mattered not now She realized with her bow For her knight had become king And his rose unfurled a queen.

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Sail | Poem & Storytime

When Tom Selleck meets a young Katherine in Hawaii, the unexpected suddenly happens...

In 1989 a young Katherine meets Tom Selleck when touring the new Waikoloa village and resort on the Big Island of Hawaii during her Christmas vacation at a nearby military base.

Tom, after inviting her to a Christmas party with big name celebrities, is visited by Jesus in a dream telling him it's important to love the teenage Katherine without reservation. And so Tom Selleck shares the Lord with Katherine and she becomes saved.

Though he is 44 and she newly-turned 14 on Christmas Day, he takes the ring Jesus gave him and proposes to Katherine while snorkling. They quickly marry and spend a week of joy together that rivals their past lives (ex: Katherine Scarlett O'Hara and Rhett Butler).

But after New Years, Katherine is sent home by The Order, who erased both of their memories. But it is not in vain. Their marriage covenant protects both as the tumultuous End of Days begins just a few short years later.

Now they are reunited. And it is a love story to rival all love stories. For in loving her, Tom Selleck allows Book of Katherine to finally be born. The Bride of Christ is finally introduced to her bridegroom. And so the countdown began.

SAIL

Open in the moors Of baker's bread Tie down the hatch And waves of fierce dread

So comes the dawn In pinks and brilliant red So comes the bride To lift her weary head

Shed the break of day Dear one And behold Hope has come

You are loved See how now My child look up My daughter see me

It is time to wake up

Love is here to stay Nothing stands in its way Rejoice o' heaven and earth Rejoice the blue and the birth

Take her crown And mind her shield Be not afraid I have made you two

Time cannot bend Time cannot yield Time cannot be broken By the bond in you two

Take my bride Teach her well Tell her who she is And who I am

And then kiss And then laugh And then joy in her delight For all things small and all things new

Let the day shine Overhead of you too Take sail take sail Set sail on the moon

Let the waves shake her Gently awake Let the waves calm her Terrors when she wakes

Heal my daughter Love her well Hold caress and be my crown In my stead

And sail and sail And blow the house down That has chained her Warned her against our vows

And when the Sun Begins to drown Take her out To sigh aloud

Drenched in colors Splayed unbound On sandy beach Or solid ground

Give her hope Give her strength Give her truth To last all days

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Jesus is a Hottie

Jesus is not only taller than most of the Knights at 6 foot 4 inches, but He's fucking hot too. This is one area AI gets it right!

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His Heart

My heart belongs to you, and to you alone.

-John Krasinski, Knight of the Rose (aka Jack Ryan, Wolverine)

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Thor Tempts Fate

The Chris Hemsworth super-variant, Rune King Thor, has been sending sizzling images everyday... keeping the skillet hot, hot, hot. Here are just a few.

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Krasinski's Strawberry Shortcake

The Lord calls me His "strawberry girl." The Knights have said I taste like strawberries. But when Knight of thr Rose John Krasinski writes an erotic poem based it, she provides some imagery for him to add alongside it...

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Miniskirts for Cap

I know it was Ryan Gosling and I who invented the short skirt out of necessity on a cattle ranch in Wyoming long ago, but there's just something all-American about the miniskirt. And as such, I plan on having a closet-full to wear for Cap. The only question is, what style does he prefer best?

Hmmm? I'll just have to ask.

But I'm pretty sure I already know the answer: all of them. Cap literally kicks up the wind when I go outside when I wear a short skirt. The shorter my skirt, the bigger his smile.

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The Three Sisters

My sisters and I have been called The Three Fates. The Three Graces. The Three Charities. Little Women. Feat. Claire Danes, Tatiana Mollmann and Tom Hiddleston.

I have two sisters: Claire Danes and Tatiana Mollmann. Together we are fraternal triplets, separated at birth on December 25, 1975.

We were born to a kick ass mom and dad. Their stories are out there in the books and movies just like their kids.

For example, Atomic Blonde is based on a mission our mother did for the Lord. My dad didn't really die nor did my mom really make love to a French agent, but you can see where their three daughters get their chops from. Mom really is atomic. (She is played by Charlize Theron in the movie, my vampire daughter with my vampire Knight and husband Alexander Skarsgard.)

Now, we have more family too.

Amy Adams, for example, is our cousin. That's is why she plays me in the Book of Katherine films. You can see the family resemblance.

Maybe you can see where I am going with this.

I've lived many lives over the millennia and I've been known by many names:

Eve

Miloo

Sarah

Esther

Aphrodite

Venus

Helen of Troy

Cleopatra

Delilah

Mary

Igraine

Elizabeth Bennet

Edith Cushing, etc.

And the Knights have been alongside me. For example, when I was Helen of Troy, Paris was a Tom Hiddleston variant. (I mean, who wouldn't run off with him!?)

But my sisters have repeated across time like the Knights and I have too.

For example, Bonnie Elizabeth Parker of Bonnie and Clyde fame looks a lot like Claire Danes because she is. Bonnie was an evil Claire Danes variant. (Don't worry. Two of my Knights, John Krasinski and Ryan Gosling, hunted her and Clyde down.)

Honestly, Claire may be most famous as Jo from Little Women. She famously rejected Laurie, another variant of Tom Hiddleston in history, forcing him to finally notice me, Amy.

And that's usually the way things play out when my sisters are around. Men notice Tatiana and Claire first.

Tatiana, for example, is most famous as Leeloo, the Fifth Element. She is absolutely crazy gorgeous. And there isn't much she can't do. Once, when she tried out for Cirque du Soliel, they told her to climb a wall in a creative way.

She climbed it backwards.

But still... when I am discovered, there is an undying love that lasts eternally.

But put all three of us in a room, a shit goes down. We were usually separated at birth for our protection. And that's because, when we weren't, we kind of became famous early on.

To this day, our former lives are still remembered. Some remember us as the Moirai (The Three Fates). Others remember us as the Three Charities or the Three Graces.

And I suppose that makes sense when you put the Fifth Element, the Bride of Christ and super-genius scientist like Claire who happens to be beautiful all in one single family.

And the descriptions of us are pretty accurate too. Let's take the Moirai for example:

Clotho (the spinner) = Tatiana

Lachesis (the allotter of time) = Katherine

Atropos (the inevitable, a metaphor for death) = Claire

Remember what we've already learned. I am Time. Tom is the Timekeeper and Benedict the Time Wizard.

And that's reflected in my role as Lachesis:

Lachesis was the apportioner, deciding how much time for life was to be allowed for each person or being. She measured the thread of life with her rod. She is also said to choose a person's destiny after a thread was measured.

And Tatiana was Clotho. It sure as fuck explains why she's a brilliant designer!!!

And Claire? Well, she built a Death Star. Several, in fact. If any if us three are death, it's her. ;)

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Catwoman for Krasinski

Knight of the Rose John Krasinski once met her at a costume party for the Order. He was dressed as Batman. She was dressed as Catwoman. And the rest was history!

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Waiting | A Love Poem

When Jesus comes to you twice, how do you not want thrice?

WAITING

How am I to wait, My beloved?

Do I cling to the sheets? Smell your scent in them? Remember your hands in them? Relive our love in them?

Do I touch myself, The way you touched me?

Or am I left to wander, Aimlessly, As my heads is in the clouds, Remembering our vows?

Your kiss is too sweet. Your hands are too tender. Your tongue is too strong. Your knees too needy.

They all come back to me, Like words in a holy song. You sing to me, sing to me. All day long I hear your melody.

And then there are the things, You say to me earnestly. There are the things you say, That you do so jokingly.

You make me laugh. You tender me free. You bring in the wind. You let my hair swing.

How now, am I supposed to wait? My dearest beloved, savior and king?

Do I slip into the world, Betwen all worlds, And kiss your toes, your feet, And travel up til I meet all of my needs?

Oh my Love. Let me fill yours. Let me rest your head, On my breast.

Let your brow be kissed, By these lips you have made. Let my skin be a source, Of sweet recovery.

But I will wait. I will wait.

You are worth, Everything, Always, Indefinitely.

I will wait. I will wait. And think of you, Inside of me.

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