Stevie Woods:author of gay romantic fiction

August 31, 2016

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August 6, 2016

New Release: CHOICES!

Torquere Press has released my novella, CHOICES! It will also soon be available from Amazon and ARe books as well as from other sources:

choices1400Best friends since kindergarten, Ben and James are
separated after college graduation by their different
choices. Ben stays in their small hometown while
James heads off to New York with dreams of money
and success. Ben works to make his life follow the
path he wants, and dreams of the day when James
realizes he made a mistake and comes back home.

Each man promises to stay in touch, but this falls by
the wayside as James’ life in the big city takes off,
leaving Ben yearning for a dream that gradually
fades as the years pass.

In New York, James finds that not all dreams are
worth the cost of a wrong choice.

 

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April 21, 2013

Twists And Turns – Revised edition released!

TwistsAndTurns200x300Yep, I got the rights back to my fantasy  novelette a few months ago and have revised it for re-release myself. There aren’t any major changes, I’ve just tightened it up a little and given it a new cover.  Here’s the blurb and an excerpt to refresh the memory – or tempt new readers:)

BLURB:
Zeke and Crispin, who met in Stevie Woods’ story, The Wrong Path, are surprised to learn that the accident that brought them together was no accident. Determined to get to the bottom of things, Crispin takes Zeke into town to meet with Zeke’s father. Zeke has more than information on his mind; he needs to tell his father that he’s no longer interested in a marriage of convenience. Will Zeke and Crispin be able to make a life together, or will a powerful, determined man be able to interfere with fate?

EXCERPT:
Crispin rested his chin in his hand as he let his gaze wash over Zeke. There was much to admire in his sparkling hazel eyes and gold streaked brown hair, his long neck and wide shoulders. Crispin had thoroughly enjoyed exploring the beautiful body that was presently hidden by Zeke’s clothing. Though, watching Zeke across the breakfast table, Crispin couldn’t help but be a little concerned by his new lover’s distraction. New lover… It was almost impossible to believe they had only met the night before, and a man who had been a stranger when Crispin had found him under the wheels of his carriage was now the most important person in his life.

Yet, when they had awoken that morning, Crispin couldn’t help that his first thought had been a very real fear, but Zeke had quickly dispelled his concern that their coupling of the night before would be only a one time event. Crispin had fallen fast and hard for the handsome stranger, and he couldn’t bear the thought that Zeke might have wanted to continue his journey to meet the man his father wished him to marry. However, Zeke had convinced him in a most delicious way that Crispin was the only partner he wanted. So, why was Zeke so distracted now?

With sudden insight, Crispin asked, “Is it your father that’s worrying you?”

Zeke glanced up at Crispin, and immediately he flushed. “Oh, I’m sorry, Crispin. I was so busy thinking about my problem that I shut you out. I should have realized how it might be unsettling for you.”

Crispin shook his head. “I wonder if I’ll ever get used to you knowing how I feel all the time,” he said.

Zeke smiled. “Clearly not all the time. And, to answer your question, yes I was thinking about how my father will react to my returning home instead of being half way across the county meeting my prospective partner.” He reached out and took Crispin’s hand. “Instead I’ll be bringing home with me the man I shall share my life with.”

Crispin held on to Zeke, unable to help grimacing as he replied. “Yes, a nobody as opposed to the heir to a great fortune. I wish I had more to offer, something your father would approve of.”

“You’re not a nobody, Crispin. You are the most important person in my life.” He shrugged, cocking his head to one side, and added, “And if my father can’t be happy for me, can’t put my feelings above his avarice, then he doesn’t care for me as much as you do.”

“Can’t you read your family members as easily as you do me?” Crispin asked curiously.

“I told you I’ve never been able to sense anyone as clearly as I do you.” Zeke smiled. “I have to keep my barriers raised, or you would overwhelm me at the most inconvenient times.” Crispin blushed as Zeke continued. “Most of my family I can sense as readily as most of the general population, but my father has always been something of a mystery to me. He is the only person who can shield his feelings from me. He has a similar ability to mine, in that his gift is linked to emotions, but while he cannot sense feelings to the extent I can, he does have the ability to affect others’ emotions.”

“So you don’t really know the strength of his feelings for you?” Crispin frowned but didn’t say anything else, forgetting for a moment that he couldn’t hide anything from Zeke.

“Ask the question, Crispin,” Zeke said gently.

“What question?” Crispin prevaricated.

“I don’t know what question precisely; I only know there is something you are struggling not to ask me. We will have no secrets, Crispin. Agreed?”

Available from the following sources:   All Romance eBooks    Smashwords

Soon to be available from Amazon Kindle

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March 10, 2013

First Reflection now available on Kindle!

First_Reflection_200x300Yep, if you wanted to buy First Reflection but were waiting for it to be available to read on your Amazon Kindle, it’s now for sale!

BLURB:
Andreas is a wealthy young man, scion of a noble family, but frustrated by his father’s demands for more acceptable behavior. Out with his friends for a night on the town he is shocked when they are attacked by a vampire. His friends are killed, but he is taken by the vampire to become his new plaything. Forced to kill to survive, all Andreas wants now is revenge on the creature who turned him. Meeting up with another vampire, Valente, Andreas finds salvation of a kind, but is still haunted by his desire for revenge.

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March 9, 2013

First Reflection now for sale at ARe!

First Reflection

 First Reflection

By: Stevie Woods | Other books by Stevie Woods
Published By: MLR Press, LLC
ISBN # MLR1020130035
 

Word Count: 16000
Heat Index    

Available in: Epub, Adobe Acrobat, Mobipocket (.prc)

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Now all Andreas wants is revenge on the vampire who turned him.

Andreas is a wealthy young man, scion of a noble family, but frustrated by his father’s demands for more acceptable behavior. Out with his friends for a night on the town he is shocked when they are attacked by a nightwalker – a vampire. His friends are killed, but he is taken by the vampire to become his new plaything. After being changed and left for dead, Andreas is forced to kill to survive, and all he wants is revenge on the creature who turned him. Meeting up with another vampire, Valente, Andreas finds salvation of a kind, but is still haunted by his desire for revenge.

An excerpt from the book

The fresh air helped to gradually improve Constantin’s condition and though he was still far from sober he was more in control. He stood upright, pushed away from Andreas and Ettore, staggered for a couple of steps before straightening his back. He turned around to face the others, gave a small bow and a sweep of his arm. Andreas watched him carefully and soon decided he was capable of walking unaided though he would keep a close watch on him just in case. Constantin succumbed to the effects of alcohol sooner than either he or Ettore.

“It’s quicker if we go through the park,” Ettore said.

“It always looks spooky in there at night,” Constantin said.

“Oh come on, it’s fine if we stick to the path,” Andreas added. “Anyhow, didn’t know you were scared of all those old wives’ tales.”

Constantin pulled a face but turned into the gate with his friends. “Legends, not old wives’ tales and there’s always a smidgen of truth in legends.”

Andreas laughed. “You sound like my great aunt Sibelia. She would always mutter under her breath as we left the Temple after prayers. Said it was always wise to ask for help against the evil the Temple said didn’t exist. That never quite made sense to me, but she swore there was more that Divinity could protect one against if you bothered to ask.”

“Crazy old bat,” Ettore said.

“Maybe, but it does make one think,” Constantin said. “There are many things now that the Temple says don’t exist, yet once there were prayers of protection against those non-existent things.”

“What kind of things?” Ettore asked, now looking vaguely concerned as he glanced at their dark surroundings. There were very few torches in the park at night to illuminate the paths through the trees; some of the older ones were huge with branches spreading over half the park. An owl hooted and Ettore jerked as he swung around.

Andreas edged closer and said, “Nightwalkers who suck you dry of blood and eat your heart, bone men who steal your soul, spectral departed who won’t leave the world of the living, men who turn into beasts when the moon is full, women who—”

“For Divinity’s sake, stop!”

Andreas laughed. “Oh, you’re so gullible.”

A man suddenly stepped out from the darkness and Constantin came to a halt, his face a picture of shock. Andreas belatedly realized that in fact the man was walking on another path that merged with the one they were on and relaxed. Ettore laughed at Constantin’s over-reaction to the abrupt appearance of the stranger, a handsome looking man indeed, Andreas couldn’t help but notice. Tall, with black hair and dark eyes, dressed all in black too, which was probably why his skin looked so pale.

 

March 8, 2013

First Reflection, vampire novella, released today!

First_Reflection_200x300FIRST REFLECTION, the prequel to my paranormal/vampire novel, On Reflection, is released today by MLR Press. This novella introduces us to the young Andreas and tells how he was first turned into a vampire.

BLURB:

Andreas is a wealthy young man, scion of a noble family, but frustrated by his father’s demands for more acceptable behavior. Out with his friends for a night on the town he is shocked when they are attacked by a vampire. His friends are killed, but he is taken by the vampire to become his new plaything. Forced to kill to survive, all Andreas wants now is revenge on the creature who turned him. Meeting up with another vampire, Valente, Andreas finds salvation of a kind, but is still haunted by his desire for revenge.

EXCERPT:

The fresh air helped to gradually improve Constantin’s condition and though he was still far from sober he was more in control. He stood upright, pushed away from Andreas and Ettore, staggered for a couple of steps before straightening his back. He turned around to face the others, gave a small bow and a sweep of his arm. Andreas watched him carefully and soon decided he was capable of walking unaided though he would keep a close watch on him just in case. Constantin succumbed to the effects of alcohol sooner than either he or Ettore.

“It’s quicker if we go through the park,” Ettore said.

“It always looks spooky in there at night,” Constantin said.

“Oh come on, it’s fine if we stick to the path,” Andreas added. “Anyhow, didn’t know you were scared of all those old wives’ tales.”

Constantin pulled a face but turned into the gate with his friends. “Legends, not old wives’ tales and there’s always a smidgen of truth in legends.”

Andreas laughed. “You sound like my great aunt Sibelia. She would always mutter under her breath as we left the Temple after prayers. Said it was always wise to ask for help against the evil the Temple said didn’t exist. That never quite made sense to me, but she swore there was more that Divinity could protect one against if you bothered to ask.”

“Crazy old bat,” Ettore said.

“Maybe, but it does make one think,” Constantin said. “There are many things now that the Temple says don’t exist, yet once there were prayers of protection against those non-existent things.”

“What kind of things?” Ettore asked, now looking vaguely concerned as he glanced at their dark surroundings. There were very few torches in the park at night to illuminate the paths through the trees; some of the older ones were huge with branches spreading over half the park. An owl hooted and Ettore jerked as he swung around.

Andreas edged closer and said, “Nightwalkers who suck you dry of blood and eat your heart, bone men who steal your soul, spectral departed who won’t leave the world of the living, men who turn into beasts when the moon is full, women who—”

“For Divinity’s sake, stop!”

Andreas laughed. “Oh, you’re so gullible.”

A man suddenly stepped out from the darkness and Constantin came to a halt, his face a picture of shock. Andreas belatedly realized that in fact the man was walking on another path that merged with the one they were on and relaxed. Ettore laughed at Constantin’s over-reaction to the abrupt appearance of the stranger, a handsome looking man indeed, Andreas couldn’t help but notice. Tall, with black hair and dark eyes, dressed all in black too, which was probably why his skin looked so pale.

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February 25, 2013

Lust In Time anthology now for sale at Amazon!

Lust_in_Time_Cover200x300The Lust In Time anthology, including my short story set in Britain during the Viking incursions, 794 A.D., is now available in Kindle format from Amazon!

LUST IN TIME BLURB:
History and fiction meet at the crossroads in these erotic tales of love and lust. From ancient Israel and Greece and Rome, to the time of the Vikings, the Wild West, Woodstock, and all points in between, witness the steamy encounters, lurid battles and tender moments of couples who span the centuries. Get swept up in the lives of the biblical David, Emperor Hadrian, barbarians from Britannia, a 19th century physician, Jewish immigrants, cowboys and Indians, Bill the Kid, Civil War, World War I soldiers, hippies, and so many more, all in search of adventure, passion, and yes, even fame.

794 A.D., by Stevie Woods, BLURB:
When the Norsemen attack the Northumbrian coast, the local farmers are called by the liege lord to help defend the Jarrow Priory. Two close friends and lovers pray they live to meet again at the end of the day.

EXCERPT:
Aland waved goodbye to his mother and sister one last time, struggling to keep a smile on his face when inside he was concerned for their safety. They stood in the doorway of their small farmstead, in the shade of the thatch roof overhang, and Aland noticed that the thatch needed some work; when he got back, he promised himself. He glanced from the roof to catch his mother’s eye and couldn’t help but see the fear lurking there. He wished he didn’t have to leave them alone and unprotected. If they failed, God forbid!

As a vassal he had no choice but to answer the call to arms from his feudal lord, Baron Lander, but he couldn’t help worrying over his mother who hadn’t been the same since father had died the year before last. In some ways his sixteen year old sister, Fira, was the one who looked after both of them, and Aland had to trust her to watch over things while he went with his lord and helped to fight off the Norsemen.

He turned away from his family and saw his dear friend and neighbour, Garrick, waving at him to hurry. Up on the hill overlooking his small fief, Aland watched as all the other vassals of Baron Lander gathered together under the watchful eye of the baron’s sergeant-at-arms, Ricker. Aland quickened his pace, smiling and nodding at Garrick as he approached the man. Garrick was a might taller than Aland, with darker colouring lightened by his bright blue eyes. Working on the land made both of them strong and muscular. Garrick was carrying a heavy axe slung over his shoulder, while Aland had brought his pitchfork, its tines sharpened enough to despatch any enemy to whatever hell he deserved.

“Good day to you, Aland. Enough to make one worry for the family, though, my friend,” Garrick said, leading the way to join the waiting throng.

“’Tis one time I envy you not having any family to worry about,” Aland replied.

Garrick nodded in response, though the look in his eyes as he glanced at Aland told a different story. “Up to us to make sure them murdering Norsemen don’t get this far.”

Available now from MLR Press in eBook, and shortly in Print: http://www.mlrbooks.com/ShowBook.php?book=RRLSTTIM

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February 22, 2013

Out today! – 794 A.D. in Lust in Time Anthology

I’m delighted to announce that the historical anthology, Lust In Time, is published today and it includes my short story set in the time of the Viking incursions to England: 794 A.D.

Lust_in_Time_Cover200x300LUST IN TIME BLURB:
History and fiction meet at the crossroads in these erotic tales of love and lust. From ancient Israel and Greece and Rome, to the time of the Vikings, the Wild West, Woodstock, and all points in between, witness the steamy encounters, lurid battles and tender moments of couples who span the centuries.

794 A.D. BLURB:
When the Norsemen attack the Northumbrian coast, the local farmers are called by the liege lord to help defend the Jarrow Priory. Two close friends and lovers pray they live to meet again at the end of the day.

EXCERPT:
Aland waved goodbye to his mother and sister one last time, struggling to keep a smile on his face when inside he was concerned for their safety. They stood in the doorway of their small farmstead, in the shade of the thatch roof overhang, and Aland noticed that the thatch needed some work; when he got back, he promised himself. He glanced from the roof to catch his mother’s eye and couldn’t help but see the fear lurking there. He wished he didn’t have to leave them alone and unprotected. If they failed, God forbid!

As a vassal he had no choice but to answer the call to arms from his feudal lord, Baron Lander, but he couldn’t help worrying over his mother who hadn’t been the same since father had died the year before last. In some ways his sixteen year old sister, Fira, was the one who looked after both of them, and Aland had to trust her to watch over things while he went with his lord and helped to fight off the Norsemen.

He turned away from his family and saw his dear friend and neighbour, Garrick, waving at him to hurry. Up on the hill overlooking his small fief, Aland watched as all the other vassals of Baron Lander gathered together under the watchful eye of the baron’s sergeant-at-arms, Ricker. Aland quickened his pace, smiling and nodding at Garrick as he approached the man. Garrick was a might taller than Aland, with darker colouring lightened by his bright blue eyes. Working on the land made both of them strong and muscular. Garrick was carrying a heavy axe slung over his shoulder, while Aland had brought his pitchfork, its tines sharpened enough to despatch any enemy to whatever hell he deserved.

“Good day to you, Aland. Enough to make one worry for the family, though, my friend,” Garrick said, leading the way to join the waiting throng.

“’Tis one time I envy you not having any family to worry about,” Aland replied.

Garrick nodded in response, though the look in his eyes as he glanced at Aland told a different story. “Up to us to make sure them murdering Norsemen don’t get this far.”

<end excerpt>

Available now in eBook from MLR Press, with Print to follow shortly:

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January 18, 2013

HEALING is now available from ARe Books!

Healing  

Healing

By: Stevie Woods | Other books by Stevie Woods
Published By: Amber Quill Press, LLC
ISBN # 9781611243697
 

Word Count: 18000
Heat Index    

Available in: Epub, HTML, Microsoft Reader, Adobe Acrobat, Mobipocket (.prc)

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After an injury, Audin desperately needs the help of a healer, and is shocked to discover the one recommended to him is Tener, a man he hasn’t seen since their split following a blazing argument a dozen years earlier. Since those days, both men have experienced much during their years apart, and life has tempered them. Even though Tener is now a healer rather than the doctor he ought to have become, and Audin is an engineer working for an authoritarian government department, they realize they still have much in common. Including a fierce sexual attraction to each other.

Upon learning that Audin’s life is at stake from an implant placed inside him by the government, and with his own career at risk due to Audin’s position, Tener confesses his secret involvement with an underground organization fighting to bring down the corrupt and dangerous regime.

The men quickly comprehend that they must work together, hoping to solve Audin’s problem and, in consequence, that of others infected by the vicious piece of technology. But can Tener remove the evil device from Audin without killing him in the process?

An excerpt from the book

…Audin Logon cursed his own carelessness as he hurried along the narrow poorly lit street as dusk slid into night. He’d had to take a cab from the ministry because his injury meant he wasn’t able to drive. It had been necessary for the transport to drop him off at the crossroads as it wasn’t possible to drive down the narrow lane. The throbbing in his hand and arm had lessened now, sinking into numbness and he didn’t think that was good. He hoped the healer would still see clients at this hour, some healers only chose to work during daylight hours.His colleague at the department, Milius, had assured him that his friend of a friend was a good healer and would never turn a patient away. Audin wasn’t sure he believed that, but at that moment he prayed Milius was right. There was no way he could go to the hospital for treatment by the doctors there; he just couldn’t afford the fees ‘proper’ doctors charged. It didn’t matter that the accident had occurred at work, the ministry considered the employee responsible for his own actions – and his own accidents.

Audin repeated the healer’s name to himself, Neret Sanaret, again frowning because there was something about the name that seemed familiar and he couldn’t think why – of course! Sanaret had to be an assumed name. Sanare was the ancient name for a healer; it was too much of a coincidence that it was the man’s real name. Not that it mattered what he called himself as long as he was as good as Milius said, and the man would help him. Perhaps it would be sensible to offer him a little extra for arriving at so late an hour.

There, just ahead in the murky gloom, illuminated by one of the few street lights, he saw the sign of a healer’s shop: a pestle and mortar topped by the curved surgeon’s knife around which a snake curled. Audin sighed gratefully that modern healing had progressed well beyond such basic tools, though where the snake came into it he had never understood. As he approached the door he saw the name plate of the man he’d been sent to see.

Audin knocked on the door, hoping for a response. Almost immediately the door opened and a figure stood there. Outlined only by the light from within, the man appeared little more than a dark shadow.

“Healer Sanaret?” Audin queried. “I apologize for the late hour. I was given your name by a friend who suggested you would still be willing to offer me treatment.”

“Come in,” the healer said.

With a sigh of relief Audin walked into the brightly lit room, absently noting its neat metallic surfaces and clean white walls before turning to face the healer – and his voice died in his throat. His heart speeded up and his head pounded. He could hardly believe what he thought he saw. He frowned as he cocked his head to one side, studying the man before him. It couldn’t be, could it? Yet how could he doubt his own eyes?

Audin stared at the man he had last seen almost a dozen years ago; the man he had regretted losing contact with over what had long since seemed a pointless reason for an argument.

“Tener Allend! My God, is that you?”

Eyes widening, the man frowned. “I fear you have mistaken me for someone else, Sir. My name is Neret Sanaret.”

Audin was taken aback. He couldn’t be mistaken. Even the voice was familiar now. The man before him appeared more mature, the eyes were perhaps a little harder, but Audin could never mistake that face. The years had added bulk to his body, but the man’s height was exactly the same. His eyes were the same green flecked with gold and his hair was the identical warm brown with fair streaks, just a little longer now as it brushed his collar. “It can’t be… You are… Why are you denying yourself, Tener?”

“I am denying only that I am this man you have mistaken me for. Now please, let us deal with your injury,” the healer said coldly.

Audin did not believe him, but obeyed, painfully removing his jacket and shirt to sit at the examination table, where he laid his injured arm for the healer’s perusal.

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January 13, 2013

HEALING – New Release from Amber Allure!

Yes, it’s out today! My new release from Amber Quill Press, Healing, is a fantasy novella set in an alternate world.

Healing_med

BLURB:

After an injury, Audin desperately needs the help of a healer, and is shocked to discover the one recommended to him is Tener, a man he hasn’t seen since their split following a blazing argument a dozen years earlier. Since those days, both men have experienced much during their years apart, and life has tempered them. Even though Tener is now a healer rather than the doctor he ought to have become, and Audin is an engineer working for an authoritarian government department, they realize they still have much in common. Including a fierce sexual attraction to each other.

Upon learning that Audin’s life is at stake from an implant placed inside him by the government, and with his own career at risk due to Audin’s position, Tener confesses his secret involvement with an underground organization fighting to bring down the corrupt and dangerous regime.

The men quickly comprehend that they must work together, hoping to solve Audin’s problem and, in consequence, that of others infected by the vicious piece of technology. But can Tener remove the evil device from Audin without killing him in the process?

http://www.amberquill.com/AmberAllure/Healing.html

EXCERPT:
Audin Logon cursed his own carelessness as he hurried along the narrow poorly lit street as dusk slid into night. He’d had to take a cab from the ministry because his injury meant he wasn’t able to drive. It had been necessary for the transport to drop him off at the crossroads as it wasn’t possible to drive down the narrow lane. The throbbing in his hand and arm had lessened now, sinking into numbness and he didn’t think that was good. He hoped the healer would still see clients at this hour, some healers only chose to work during daylight hours.

His colleague at the department, Milius, had assured him that his friend of a friend was a good healer and would never turn a patient away. Audin wasn’t sure he believed that, but at that moment he prayed Milius was right. There was no way he could go to the hospital for treatment by the doctors there; he just couldn’t afford the fees ‘proper’ doctors charged. It didn’t matter that the accident had occurred at work, the ministry considered the employee responsible for his own actions – and his own accidents.

Audin repeated the healer’s name to himself, Neret Sanaret, again frowning because there was something about the name that seemed familiar and he couldn’t think why – of course! Sanaret had to be an assumed name. Sanare was the ancient name for a healer; it was too much of a coincidence that it was the man’s real name. Not that it mattered what he called himself as long as he was as good as Milius said, and the man would help him. Perhaps it would be sensible to offer him a little extra for arriving at so late an hour.

There, just ahead in the murky gloom, illuminated by one of the few street lights, he saw the sign of a healer’s shop: a pestle and mortar topped by the curved surgeon’s knife around which a snake curled. Audin sighed gratefully that modern healing had progressed well beyond such basic tools, though where the snake came into it he had never understood. As he approached the door he saw the name plate of the man he’d been sent to see.

Audin knocked on the door, hoping for a response. Almost immediately the door opened and a figure stood there. Outlined only by the light from within, the man appeared little more than a dark shadow.

“Healer Sanaret?” Audin queried. “I apologize for the late hour. I was given your name by a friend who suggested you would still be willing to offer me treatment.”

“Come in,” the healer said.

With a sigh of relief Audin walked into the brightly lit room, absently noting its neat metallic surfaces and clean white walls before turning to face the healer – and his voice died in his throat. His heart speeded up and his head pounded. He could hardly believe what he thought he saw. He frowned as he cocked his head to one side, studying the man before him. It couldn’t be, could it? Yet how could he doubt his own eyes?

Audin stared at the man he had last seen almost a dozen years ago; the man he had regretted losing contact with over what had long since seemed a pointless reason for an argument.

“Tener Allend! My God, is that you?”

Eyes widening, the man frowned. “I fear you have mistaken me for someone else, Sir. My name is Neret Sanaret.”

Audin was taken aback. He couldn’t be mistaken. Even the voice was familiar now. The man before him appeared more mature, the eyes were perhaps a little harder, but Audin could never mistake that face. The years had added bulk to his body, but the man’s height was exactly the same. His eyes were the same green flecked with gold and his hair was the identical warm brown with fair streaks, just a little longer now as it brushed his collar. “It can’t be… You are… Why are you denying yourself, Tener?”

“I am denying only that I am this man you have mistaken me for. Now please, let us deal with your injury,” the healer said coldly.

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