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

He lifted the urn from the water and was suddenly struck by the sense that something was behind him. At first, he was reluctant to turn, to discover what it was that now had him trapped. Then, as he realised his life could depend on turning, he—


There was an unusual accent to the voice.


Taar spun around. “Damn. You scared the shit out of me,” he said, breathing heavily.


The man was slender and pale, and possessed an exquisite beauty that bordered on feminine. Black hair framed his alabaster face and brought out his crystal blue eyes, which stared unblinkingly at him; though Taar’s gaze was drawn more to his full, berry-red lips.


“I don’t remember seeing you before,” said Taar.


The man laughed. “Oh no. I’ve been here longer than I can remember.”


The smile fell from Taar’s face as his stomach began to churn. “Are you…living in the village?”


Chapter 11