Driz aspires to be a great mage but he’s done poorly the last few years of his schooling and cannot enter the mage university. Instead he seeks a mentor in the remnants of the once-great magical race of Melcovia, now mostly driven into hiding by the brutal government of dictator Congerson.<br><br>Cory has hidden out in a remote estate in the foothills of the great mountains and sorely misses contact with others of his kind. When he hears a telepathic call from a youth seeking a mentor and master, it seems a dream come true. But will the young man find him? Can he buckle down enough to learn the discipline and control he needs? And can he ever become the true partner and soul-mate Cory has never found?<br><br>When Congerson’s minions and a rogue mage strike the last empowered folk in Melcovia, Driz’s family is in dire peril. He must choose between staying to work with Cory or breaking his indenture to try to save his mother and siblings. Which will it be?

The Sorcerer's Apprentice

At the foot of the bed, he paused. Driz did, too. A shiver of excitement flashed over him at the intensity of Cory’s expression. Although he did not know exactly what was coming, he had an idea and the images dancing through his mind set him afire with urgency.


Cory reached up and slipped his loose robe from his shoulders, letting the fabric slide down his body and pool on the floor. As usual, he wore nothing beneath it. “Your turn.”


At the near-whisper, Driz did the same. They’d left off the workmen guises after the morning at the premier’s palace, going back to the loose and comfortable wizardly attire they both preferred. He shrugged to slip free of his robe and, like Cory, let it fall. They stood face to face for a breath, taking in each other’s nude masculine forms with hungry eyes.


Chapter 20