Until he crashlands on the Wynne Farm near St Anne, Alderney, Edmund Bolton will have insisted the most prudent thing about himself is his medical degree and his willingness to fight fascists. But of course it’s that island, and that farm – and that family.

Aidan Wynne is tortured by the shame of others and tormented by a freedom he feels he can never possess. Until the handsome military doctor with far too much understanding and far too little self-preservation comes to turn his life on its head.

The war makes fighters of all affected, but none so much as the lovers and those who must love quietly. Often, the fray has less to do with weaponry and bloodshed, and everything to do with keeping tame a passion that seeks to send the world up in flames without burning oneself up in the process.

”Once more into the fray,
into the last good fight I’ll ever know.
Live and die on this day,
live and die on this day.”

Fray is created by Li Walt, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

FRay

“Lilliana, I fear you might be a genius,” Aures announces during her cattle inspection. 


The aforementioned, perched happily and comfortably out of the way on a towel on the pasture fence, gives Aures an unamused look, as though Aures has just dared insult her hair.


“I resent that statement, but elaborate anyway,” Lilliana says, adjusting her parasol so none of her porcelain pale skin sees even a hint of direct sunlight. 


This, of course, makes no sense to Aures, who has cow spittle and bugs in her hair.


“They’re happier than ever. Their relationship is taking off. I think things might actually work out for once.” 


Aures shoves curls off her forehead as she speaks and then grips the calf by the legs to lift it up. It gives a small, doleful moo.


“It’s so cute, yet so disgusting. I cannot be expected to shove a baby out of myself one day. I simply can’t,” Lilliana laments, slipping off the fence and away from the small, furry mass in Aures’ arms.


Chapter 14: I've had this pressing on me without being at liberty to speak of it to a single creature.