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236 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 1, 2014
“What I mean is, one can’t help one’s fears. The question isn’t if you’re a fellow who cries in the night before a big engagement—and I knew a damned brave man who did exactly that, regularly. It’s whether you pick yourself up the next day.”
“It was also the last thing in the world he’d expected to hear from Daniel at this moment, and Curtis doubled over with laughter, not so much at the absurd pun as at the ease with which he’d been caught. Against him, Daniel was shaking with amusement too, and Curtis held him and laughed till tears ran down his face, in a way he hadn’t done since Jacobsdal, in this little safe place outside the world.”
‘Daniel's writhing was bumping their hips together, and Curtis deliberately pressed closer, body to body,
Daniel twistet violently to get his mouth free, and managed, “...fucking Viking!”
“Black mamba.”
“Black what?”
“A kind of snake. Dark, beautiful and appelingly foul-tempered.”
“Sod you.”
Daniel lunged at him. Their mouths met again, hard and hungry. (...)’
Well, God knows what you used to be, then, because you're built like a brick shithouse and hung like a horse.
I'm a government agent and a shameless invert. Which is not to say I'll suck you off on demand, but if you think you've been ravaging my virgin mouth, you're about fifteen years and quite a lot of pricks too late.
I truly hoped you wouldn't come here...I dreamed that you would.
"There were vivid images, but they were extraordinary ones, not poetic at all in the way Curtis vaguely felt poetry should be, with trumpets or mountains or daffodils. These poems were full of broken glass and water-which was not clean water-and scaly things that moved in the dark."