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

“He’s fine,” I say, looking back at Jamie. “You’re the one who looks a little anxious, I have to say.”


“So, you think he’s ready to work those twenty hours a week?”


“Yeah, he enjoys it. He comes home with a sense of accomplishment.”


“His progress is unbelievable.” Jamie sips his water, watching the door again. “Almost too unbelievable.”


“You think he’s gonna come apart?” I lean in. “Tell me. Is that what’s on your mind?”


Jamie sighs, looking back at me. “He’s very intelligent. And he has so much faith. If anyone can pull through something like this, he can. That being said, I still think Craving’s Creek is a bad idea.”


We leave next week. July thirteenth. Though I’ve tried to dissuade him by every possible means, Alistair won’t change his mind. He’s determined to go through with this.


“He’s convinced himself it’s the only way.”


Chapter 72