Constable Dallin Brayden neither appreciates nor believes in Fate. Wilfred Calder has been running from it all his life. When Wil is questioned about a brutal murder, and subsequently flees, Dallin is dragged into the chaos of ancient myth, fanatical religion, and maybe even war. #fantasy #gay

Aisling Trilogy is created by Carole Cummings, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

Aisling Trilogy

Wil swatted blindly, realizing too late in his sleep stupor that he'd done it with his right hand. A low hiss skidded through his teeth, and he curled the now throbbing hand--thank you, Brayden--to his chest. He dragged open hazy eyes. Shut one. Squinted.


"Are you all right?" Brayden's tone was all urgent disquiet. When Wil only blinked in muzzy irritation, Brayden's face pinched up with worry, and he took Wil by the shoulders to roughly sit him up. "C'mon now, say something, do *one thing* I ask, all right? I'm drowning here."


Annoyed, Wil shrugged out of the grip. "Get off, will you? 'M *sleeping*."


And why was he annoyed and not afraid? Where had his reflexes gone, damn it?


A balled-up something came at Wil's nose--another handkerchief? What the hell?--pressing a little too roughly. Wil tried swatting that away too, but Brayden shook his head.


And if that wasn't the dumbest contradiction Wil had ever heard.


Chapter 50: Book Two: DREAM