Kelwyn Grayson is just one more faceless runaway on the streets of Tower City. Among elves, gnolls, and dragons, one winged boy fades into the background of life in the Eternal Kingdom.  But when he cuts the purse of the handsome were-lion Harun Rashid, he finds himself dragged out of the crowd.<br><br>Rather than a cell, however, Harun offers a helping hand to set Kelwyn on the road to a respectable, peaceful life ... if he could just bring himself to stop flirting shamelessly with Harun, keep his sticky fingers to himself, and avoid bringing the wrath of a powerful, mad vampire down on his head.<br><br>But even faced with Kelwyn's death -- or undeath -- Harun will not give up on him, and Kelwyn will not give up on finding his way to sharing that peaceful life with Harun.  Two men, love, and magic are bound and determined to find their way to their shared dream of a future -- and family.

Blood and Fire

The stew was very good, hearty, and with actual chunks of meat in it, not just thickened broth and little fragments like the stews he was more accustomed to. He more or less inhaled the entire bowl, and ate every crumb of the soft, delicious bread with its heavy layer of butter. It was probably the best meal he’d ever had.


Harun ate more slowly and kept looking at Kelwyn as he ate. The avian was conscious of Harun’s eyes on him, but in the face of the food it was hard to care.


When the last of the gravy was wiped up with the last scrap of bread, though, he looked back up at Harun. The tall man had only finished about half his bowl. He nudged it towards Kelwyn with a questioning look. “Still hungry?”


“Nah.” Kelwyn shook his head. “I’ll take your bread for later, though, if you don’t want it. Would take the stew if I could, but you can’t stuff stew in your pocket.”


“Heh. That’s very true.” He gave Kelwyn a thoughtful look.


Chapter 3