Devil of Dublin

by B.B. Easton

The moonlight was silver, and the firelight was orange, but as Kellen and I made love in the very place where our story began, the only color I saw behind my tightly closed eyelids was lake-spirit blue.

I gave Kellen a warning glance before steering the child away from the messy, painful world of adulthood and into the comforting arms of magic, just as my grandfather had done for me.