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

“Who are you?” he asked, finally managing to focus on at least one of the hundreds of questions that were rattling around in his confused mind.


“My poor, sweet love,” said the man, giving Kelwyn’s cheek a soft caress, which Kelwyn flinched back from. “You don’t remember me?”


Kelwyn shook his head slowly, reluctantly. He felt like giving that answer was somehow giving in to the lunatic vampire’s delusions, but he wanted to know what the hell was going on.


“I’m Lucretious. I loved you, deeply, intensely, for all your mortal life, but you died almost a century ago. You died and you didn’t come back. I thought I had given you the seed of change, yet you never returned from your grave. But you’re here now. You’re here. You’ve been reborn for me, I just know it.”


“Lucretious.” Kelwyn tried that name out on his tongue. It was utterly unfamiliar to him. “I’m not your Maltheus, though, I swear.”


Chapter 8