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, are you all right?” Harun was at his side, and the rest of the bandits seemed to be running now, at least as far as he could tell with his vision still dazzled.


“It’s fine,” growled Kelwyn as Harun inspected his side.


“Yes. My damn head hurts more than that. Gods, I hate absolutely everything right now. Stupid bandits. I can’t wait until sunset.”


Harun gave him a look, then suddenly burst out laughing. “You must be fine, else you would not be so angry. Very well.”


“Here, you’re injured.” The new voice belonged to Sir Tulloch, a paladin of St. Heronius who was relatively recent member of the Queen’s Own. Not as newly-minted as Kelwyn, but he’d been with the group only a few years. He was human, blond, and looked pretty much like the perfect ideal of a paladin. He reached out for Kelwyn, resting his hand on Kelwyn’s shoulder, which sent a burning shock through Kelwyn that hurt considerably more than the sword cut had.


Chapter 58