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 air was warmer than the winter sub-zeros of Ohio where Liam grew up. He found not having to pile on layers of clothing to stay warm or shovel a mountain of snow from in front of the door to get outside a pleasant change. The night wasn’t hot, but temperate enough they didn’t need coats or jackets or even sweatshirts.


“It’s easy to pick out the natives. They’re wearing more winter-style clothes and coats. Where I come from, Ohio, this is T-shirt weather. If I were home, I’d be wearing shorts when it’s this warm,” Liam said and nodded discreetly to a couple walking a few yards in front of them. “This part of the city is very cheerful.” He snickered and nudged Race’s side. “Even if all the decorations are for the wrong holiday.”


“Eh.” Race shrugged. “It’s the right time, and the meaning—the best of times—is the same, so I’ll take it.”


“Because you invented Saturnalia,” Liam teased.


Chapter 6