In the not too distant future, the world is a far different place. Human rights are non-existent. For those who disobey the many laws, the punishments are severe. Especially for those who practice manlove -- the crime of desiring another of the same sex. In a desperate attempt to flee the guards pursuing him, Taar runs into the slums of New Melbourne. As the voices of his pursuers grow louder in his ears, he is suddenly pulled into a disused service entrance. A homeless man guides him to the back of the darkened space, shushing him, and Taar couldn't be more grateful. Yet his relief is short-lived as the man begins shouting to attract the guards' attention. When Taar is finally captured, the homeless man asks about the reward. As Taar is escorted to an awaiting police vehicle, the homeless man is told there will be no reward, though that brings Taar no satisfaction at all. He knows the penalty for his crime is exile. Never again will he see his mother nor his lover to explain to them, to say sorry or goodbye. He will be a member of the first prison group to be abandoned on the newly discovered planet, Tansa. Even if he survives the space shuttle journey, what will become of him in the unexplored wilderness of Tansa? How will he survive? More importantly, will the handsome Bror, a fellow exile, be there for him the way he would like him to be?

The Twin Moons of Tansa

Taar lay awake, listening to the sound of his partner breathing. A smile rested on his lips as he watched Bror’s thickly-haired chest rising and falling, his erection twitching like a dog eager to be free of the leash.


There were times he wished he had never been transported through the stars to this paradise. As if he’d had any say in the matter. He was a man-lover and not permitted to live amongst the populations of the neighbouring planets. It would have been so easy to live a life of deception on one of the other worlds, to blend in and play it safe, but then he would never have found Bror


He leaned over and kissed Bror’s whiskery cheek. The sensation of bristles beneath the soft cushions of his lips, the salty taste of perspiration, and the familiar scent of his lover’s body assured him that there could have been no other life for him. Again, he pressed his lips to Bror’s cheek before sliding out of bed.


Chapter 9