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

That done he finally relaxed the tightness of his curled posture and wiped the tears from his face. He felt exhausted, and the windows outside showed a growing light, so he gave up for the time being and let himself slip into sleep. Perhaps the morrow would bring something better. It seemed as if it could hardly bring anything worse.


Kelwyn was a miserable ball of feathers, huddled on the tiny cot in his equally tiny cell. There was a narrow, barred window at the very top of the cell which let in both air and light, no doubt meant as a mercy to the imprisoned, but for Kelwyn sunlight meant pure agony during the daylight hours. No matter how tightly he shut his eyes, the light seemed to stab into them all the same, and though the light didn’t fall directly on his bed, his skin still felt reddened and burned by sundown. It healed eventually when the relief of darkness came, but it was torture all the same.


Chapter 82