Being gay and pagan can make for a lonely holiday season, as Liam knows well. He's used to celebrating alone. The last place he expects to meet a like-minded guy is at LAX during a twenty-nine-hour layover. Liam's never felt so comfortable or compatible with another man, even if there is an air of mystery to Race. <br><br>Race is no stranger to holiday isolation, and he decides they should seize the opportunity they've been given and observe the Saturnalia the way it was meant to be. A grand celebration ensues, where every moment is special and every meal a feast.<br><br>The ancient traditions take on new meaning as the men find meaning in each other. Each has a destiny, and for their paths to continue together, it'll take a kind of magic that hasn't been seen in centuries. Can Race convince Liam to accept that destiny?

29 Hours to Eternity

The car coming to a stop made them both start, separate, and look out the windows. “It appears we’ve arrived,” Race said.


Liam tucked the figurines back into their pouch. “I love these sigillaria. Thank you.”


Race reached across the front seat and paid the taxi fare, then scooted out of the door. Race held one hand out to Liam, giving him a gentle pull to help him out of the car. “Let’s go see some prehistoric stuff.”


They’d arrived not too long after the museum opened. Between the tar pits and the museum that went with them, there was plenty to see. Liam loved watching Race discover and explore the Pleistocene Garden. Of course they took pictures among the streetlamps and wandered the grounds, looking for tiny tar pits where the icky, smelly stuff was just beginning to punch through the soil


Chapter 4