Fourteen years ago, on the banks of Craving’s Creek, Ryde swore to his best friend Alistair he’d never be alone in the world. Though Alistair was destined for the priesthood, there was something beyond holy about the first kiss they shared. But a fun camping trip went horribly wrong when Alistair was involved in a horrific incident. Now, at age thirty-one, Ryde’s life is a mess of alcohol and the painful imprint of his last look into Alistair’s desperate eyes. Since the evil they encountered on that shore, his first love has been lost to him ... until he learns a friend’s wedding is to be officiated by a priest named Father Alistair Genet. Amid the rush of emotions, one thought crystallizes: Ryde’s love for Alistair has never died. It’s stronger than ever. But can it win over the repressed memories slowly tearing Alistair’s mind apart?

Craving's Creek

I drink again. My mind is teetering between now and then.


“In the name of the Father,” he says very quietly, “the Son and the Holy Spirit, amen.”


Lemongrass. Yes, the scent of lemongrass.


I turn my eyes to the grid but can’t see him through the lattice.


“In the name of the Father,” he says again, this time a little shakily, “the Son and the Holy Spirit, amen.”


Chapter 37