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231 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 1, 2010



I found myself back in the sepulchral city resenting the sight of people hurrying through the streets to filch a little money from each other, to devour their infamous cookery, to gulp their unwholesome beer, to dream their insignificant and silly dreams. They trespassed upon my thoughts.
—Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness

~ 4 stars and Happy New Years cheers!!! ‘Something had crackled like lightning between them and whispered like the wind through the leaves. This stranger had signaled with his eyes all kinds of things Odd One couldn’t understand. He needed to look into those eyes again—eyes as blue as the sky, as blue as his own.’
‘While they were occupied, Michael worked one foot then the other out of the shoes.
He sighed in relief when his stocking-clad feet sank into the thick carpet, and then he began struggling to undo the tie that held the stiff white collar around his throat.’
"He was no longer alone, no longer Odd One. He had family, a mate and a place where he belonged.
He was a man. He was Michael.

- Narrator: Philip Rose
In the jungle, he’d lived in the moment, passing through one day and the next without an idea of a future. Now he saw many days stretched out ahead of him, all of them spent with James.
But being human had taught him that having something he cared about meant he had something to lose. Perhaps being human meant always having a slight fear of loss floating at the edge of his mind.
To have this foreign creature touch his skin was beyond description. Powerful warmth shot through him, filling him with heat like sunlight. His cock, which had been growing steadily harder from the nearness of the stranger, began to ache, and he wanted to reach out and touch Sky Eyes in return. He needed to know what his brown hair felt like, to stroke his fingers over smooth skin instead of fur. He wanted to see the stranger stripped bare of the layers he wore on top of his skin.
Odd One held still while the stranger smeared the sweet-smelling stuff on his wound. The area was sore, especially when Sky Eyes pressed against it, but he didn’t care. He whimpered in pleasure and submitted to the tender touch.
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