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

Kelwyn flopped back on his bed in his new room. New suite of rooms, even. He had a modest but very comfortable bedroom, a small front room that could be a parlor or a study, and a bathing room of his very own, with piped water and everything. Which was good, the idea of needing to haul water in buckets up twelve flights of stairs was terrifying.


He fanned his wings out across the bed and sighed. It was a mixed sort of sigh. Most things were going wonderfully well. Yet Harun was still keeping a certain distance from him. He didn’t know why he kept coming back to that. Apparently he’d fallen for Harun harder than he’d thought. He’d been making flirtatious kissing jokes for years now, and he’d thought they didn’t meanthatmuch. So why couldn’t he get his friend out of his mind? He ought to have been thinking about the adventure he’d finished, or what it meant to be part of the Queen’s Own.


A knock at the door made him sit up. “Kelwyn?” The voice was Harun’s, of course.


Chapter 23