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Men of Myth: Book Two
Heartbroken, angry, and hurting, warlock Finn de Morisco feels darkness growing inside, altering every aspect of his life. There are moments when the man he used to be seems to have been devoured completely. Retreating from his family and everything he once held dear, Finn attempts to escape the despair left in the wake of Brett’s rejection―only to find dangers he never knew existed.
Still struggling with the decision to leave everything he knew behind, Brett Wright is swept into a maelstrom as he searches for his place within his newly discovered family. Life beneath the surface of the ocean should have been unlike anything he’s ever known, yet prejudice over his demon ancestry and homosexuality follows him. Even the existence he begins to build may not last as those he is learning to love face extinction.
I wanna take those off you.? His smile grew. Jeans remaining in place, the rest of his clothes vanished. Feet bare, lithe chest and arms bare. Eyes too clear and too large to ever be mistaken for human. Ears pointed. Wings glistening as they trembled behind him. ?You sure this is okay?? I reached out and traced my fingertips along the curve of the muscles over his chest and stomach and closed the distance between us. He was so lovely. ?More than okay. You really are the most beautiful creature
journey.? ?Oh yes, by all means, let?s keep our strength up for moving. That?s much harder to do than fighting crazed sharks.? A small school of bluefish swam in front of my face, blocking her from my view. I swished them away. Another grimace. ?You came back a hero. I would venture that you managed quite well without nourishment.? ?Well, I don?t know if I?d say hero or not.? She grinned up at me. ?I imagine you would. It would not be an ill-used term, as you saved Wrell?s life. Even Syleen
move toward the door. I looked at him, irritated. He just shook his head. ?Not why we?re here tonight. We can?t save them all. Half of them came here looking for death, anyway.? As much as his coldness bothered me, I knew he was right. True, he didn?t place the same value on human life that I did. Few supernatural species do. But if I were going to make it my mission to save every lost soul that walked through The Square, there would never be an end to it. And they?d just seek out a similar end
as the more tropical water was, right here was the place I needed to be. The wind curving over my skin instead of the water currents. The silence of sky instead of the silence of sea. I startled at a shrill squeal behind me and turned quickly, splashing water as I did. A lone seagull floated a few feet away, his white head cocking from one side to the other, his yellow beak snapping my direction as he cawed. Seagulls have never been my favorite bird. Pelicans are much more to my liking, but I
light that shown through the leaves gave the space a soft green luminance. ?I will tell you that the one you hear is a child of us, the child of Cenera. Nothing more, nothing less.? The child of Cenera? A child of fire? ?The voice is a warlock?? Jordskote didn?t reply. Witches and warlocks are distant descendants of demons, but so far removed that we, for all intrinsic purposes, are a different species. Where demons have one particular power?fire, creation, perception, and so forth, witches