In the wake of several near-cataclysmic events, humanity created the Cure, a DNA-altering antidote to death by disease and old age. But all cures come with side effects: a small percentage of the population develops a wide range of powers, some lethal to others and some lethal to the wielder.<br><br>These people are called the Estranged, hunted and shunned, safe only on the Island of Exile. It is here that Kaeva and Eddie meet ... and where they set a prophecy in motion, quite possibly sealing their own demise, and even the end of Exile.

Breaker

Eddie’s gaze trailed from the man’s face to his torso, then from his torso to his arms and hands. The long, oddly-delicate fingers inspired thoughts of other long, perfectly-shaped appendages, and Eddie couldn’t stop his gaze from lighting on the middle of the man’s spread legs. Fucking pants. Gods were supposed to wear robes, weren’t they? Robes that would offer sweet views when someone was squatting. No doubt righteously sweet views when that god was so damn perfect.


He looked again at the man’s face and found himself gulping back sound before it could pop out and give away all the things Eddie was thinking. Like, hello there, gorgeous. How about we celebrate the fact that I’m not dead with a little bit of let’s-get-naked?


Chapter 28