Before he even set foot on the island, he had already fallen in love with Java’s men.
As a plantation owner, he had no limits; none would deny him anything he wanted. Money and power were just as influential in the colony as they had been in Holland. With his new name had come newfound wealth, and any servant reluctant to spend time alone with him changed his mind when Eduard offered to pay for his…”services.” Reza had faded to a fond memory Eduard sometimes remembered in dreams that left him clutching his bed sheets as if he were drowning at sea. The young man had been nothing but a pleasant moment, the first of many, whose recollection would bring a fleeting smile to Eduard’s face the same way remembering a childhood sweetheart might prick the heart with nostalgic longing.