Fletcher Jones can chirp like a bird, grunt like a monkey, sing in nearly every key, and disguise his voice to sound like a woman, but he isn’t dangerous as so many believe. He’s a circus performer who lured a couple of hot studs into his trailer one night. When the men’s wives caught them in the act, they made sure that Fletcher was sent to the infamous Manninger Institute. When he escapes, the quirky carnie eludes the authorities with his many ploys, until the institute’s founder stumbles upon clues as to his whereabouts.
Well hidden by rows upon rows of massive trees stood a residence grand in scale, surrounded by lush green grass, and boasted every amenity any gay man could ever desire. No dress code restricted freedom of spirit, no menu subdued the most delicate of palates, and well, pretty much anything went. There were wedding ceremonies, coming out parties, masquerade balls, and an S&M club for the more adventurous types.
Dr. Mann reclined by the side of the pool and rubbed oil on his body that was not at all in bad shape for a middle aged man. He had inherited his tall lean build from generations of Mann men and the bronze color of his skin had taken years to achieve. He was well aware of the dangers of tanning and skin cancer, but looking good was important to him. Everyone knew that when Dr. Mann presented himself in this manner, with nothing on but his shorts that he wore high up his thighs, the doctor was waiting for someone and no man could resist the doctor. It was an unspoken rule that whoever noticed the doctor first was rewarded with the honor, but on occasion two men would be unable to determine who had been the first to have witnessed the doctor’s arrival, and on those occasions Dr. Mann received the royal treatment.
As he did every day, today Dr. Mann searched the web for some mention of a wayward carnie or a note of strange happenings at a traveling circus. Ah Fletcher, where art thee? The good doctor had nearly given up when he noticed a photograph of a man who had been caught urinating in a park. It had been late at night and ordinarily it wouldn’t have gotten the attention of anyone, but as luck would have it a policeman had caught the poor man in the act. A brief reprimand was all that he had planned until he noticed something very peculiar. After the man had finished, he turned to the officer and smiled. The bright red lipstick was the first clue that something was not quite right, the second clue was that the officer had not seen anything being ‘tucked away’, but the real kicker was the man’s voice. It was high pitched, feminine, and as sweet as a slice of pecan pie. “Excuse me,” the officer said. “Yessiree, officer. How can I help you?” The officer wanted to ask if he was truly a he, or if he was a she, but he was too stunned by the man’s appearance. The man smiled sweetly and turned on the charm, twirling his long hair with his fingers. The officer was certain that the man, or woman, was in need of psychiatric treatment, so he politely offered him a ride to the hospital.
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The son of a general, Trent Green is the only one in his family not on a fast track military career, so he does the only thing he knows he will be a success at and joins the Corp, where he literally falls into the lap of the man of his dreams. Noah Wilson is sweet, honorable, and takes Trent’s heart with his blazing smile. Noah is also part of a religious sect that lives simply…very simply, with no electricity, no television, no dirty movies, and a lot of rules. Trent hopes that the two of them can make something happen; that is, until the ‘accident’ which keeps him constantly broke, with no money to see a base run movie, much less pay his bus fare to Noah’s duty station. When a conniving bartender offers Trent the chance to make some fast and easy (easy with BIG strings attached…) money, the young Marine finds himself in a seedy business, with no foreseeable way out.
“Language, Marine, language!” Noah Wilson, who was bobbing in the water far, far below me, yelled. “Just JUMP!” he shouted again, smacking his hands against the flat water he was treading.
The constant swearing was the one thing about the Marines that Noah had trouble with. I had been raised around it, so I was used to it. I wasn’t afraid of anything – bullets, bad guys, witches with buckets of water. I was just amazingly happy right then, standing on the edge of a huge rock quarry buck naked on a spectacularly sunny day, looking at the man I was falling in love with. Noah’s grin made of moonbeams and lightning bolts sent a thrill down my spine every time I saw it. Plummeting toward the water and Noah, I could not remember a time when I was happier. Knifing into the cold water next to him, I went deep into the cold clear water before turning and kicking toward the surface, breaking the water not far from him.
I’m Trent Green, Gay Marine, Private First Class, a step above being a private, but a long way from my father’s rank of general. I didn’t join the Corp to be hyper masculine to cover my gayness, and although it’s alright to be out in the military now, I wasn’t naïve enough to walk into the recruiter’s office wrapped in a rainbow flag. I joined the Marines because I had been around the Corp my entire life. My brothers and I were raised as Devil Pups, sons of a career Marine. The old man was a general with two stars hanging on his collar. He blew a gasket when I told him that I, the son of General Nathanial Green, had joined up like a regular guy instead of taking officers candidate training, but I wanted to be a ground Marine first. It took the old man awhile to come around. The general tended to get what he wanted, and I have to give him some credit. As a middle child, I was the most difficult for him, I’m certain. I can be headstrong, willful, and impulsive. I threw a fit and wore pink tennis shoes for half of the year when I was in the third grade and once the general stopped making comments about my footgear, I stopped wearing them. A lifetime spent in boarding schools with a military theme had given me a lot of useless information that from time to time did come in handy. I can short sheet any bed in less than three minutes, make anyone wet the rack with a pan of warm water, and I am a master at the old hand-full-of-shaving-cream-then-tickle-their-nose routine. I also know how to make a stink bomb that could clear a campus. I know exactly where to put a dead fish in the heat ducts just before finals, and I have a dozen or so easy-to-put-together-from-readily-available-products that can, without taste or smell, induce sleepiness, vomiting, diarrhea, and one that will tint skin green.
“I root for the underdog. St. Louis has always been my team,” Noah said, his sexy grin all but hypnotizing me.
Taking his hand, I gave him my name, and well, was pretty much hooked. Noah was cute, funny, smart, and his total lack of self was captivating to me. I went home with him on leave. Of course, I would have followed him into the mouth of hell or into a Republican convention if it meant being with him.
My time with Noah couldn’t have been better. We did chores on the farm, took horseback rides, skinny dipped, and got to know each other…likes, dislikes, and we learned each other’s bodies like roadmaps. I could read him like Braille and cherished every second our skin was touching. I had fallen in love with him. I knew it was fast, but the heart wants what it wants. At the time, making a promise to be together seemed the most natural thing in the world, and I was more than willing to try and make it work, but that was before the ‘accident.’
“There’s this guy in town who runs a sort of business involving Marines.”
I fell off of a turnip truck, but not yesterday. He didn’t need to paint a big colorful picture of what he meant, but I had to ask a few basics.
“You mean interviews about Marine life, history, that kind of stuff?”
Jordan grinned at me. “Well, he does ask a lot about barracks activities and Marine life in general,” his grin came back. “He likes uniforms, both dress and work. What happens after that is up to you.” His grin went even wider. Pulling a business card from his pocket, he slid it across the table to me. It was for a bar in town, one of the gay bars everyone knew about. With a knowing smile and a shrug, he watched me pick up the card. “This guy is a bartender there…name’s Keith. Everybody there knows him and can hook you up. He gets you to the guy who does the actual work.”
“What do you get out of this?”
“Smart Marine. You’ll do well and go far,” Jordan said as he took another slug of beer. “It’s a business with this guy…a big business. The more you do, the more work you get. Some guys become favorites and do a lot because of that. Some he just likes. The money is good and the work is fast. Hell, it beats training all day.”
I was around hot guys all of the time, but Noah was the only one I wanted.
“Give Keith that card. It’s got my name on it so I get credit. No doubt they’ll want to use you, though. You’re hot, all American,” the M.P. said with a sly grin.
Our meeting ended after the second beer. I walked slowly back to the barracks, my mind reeling as I tried to sort out my feelings. I loved Noah, but a little action, while probably still not okay, seemed acceptable enough for me to live with.
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In The Rainbow Forest, the evil Queen has arranged for her husband to be murdered, following which an unfortunate chain of events ensues. Two secret lovers, a simple hunter and the King’s dresser, become separated. The hunter is arrested and brought before the Queen, who has devious plans for the handsome man. When the King’s dresser betrays the evil Queen, he is turned into a wolf that the Queen orders her sexy huntsman to kill. As the huntsman journeys through the Rainbow Forest on his appointed quest, he encounters numerous intriguing characters, including an elderly woman who lives in a humble cottage with her granddaughter Rose Red, a young woman who sold her virginity to a disfigured designer in exchange for a red cloak; a pie maker and his boy toy Simon; the Peters who rather enjoy an occasional visit from a sexy stranger; and many more. But what will happen when the huntsman clashes with the man/wolf who no longer resembles his former lover? The Queen has an evil plan for the forest, but she may not know her true enemies and the powers they possess.
The Rainbow Forest had suddenly and without warning taken on a disturbing silence. The constant fluttering of blue jays wings had all but disappeared and the playful cries between a newborn fawn and his proud father could no longer be heard whispering through the frozen winds. The sound of the babbling brook crashing over the heavy boulders ran still.
The two men naked and hiding behind the camouflage of nearby shrubs were too involved in each other to take notice of the eerie silence. The heavy breathing of the masculine hunter was like an aphrodisiac to the young dresser and the salty beads of perspiration dripped from the stubble of his unshaven face downward to the hungry lips of the servant.
“Tristian, my heart will belong to you always and someday we will live together without shame or fear of the love we share,” the hunter panted.
“Did you hear something, Remmigon, my love?” the young man whispered. He became startled when a few of the King’s horsemen could be heard quickly approaching. Tristian was in an awkward panic when he looked directly into the bluest eyes that were hidden beneath the saturated dark locks of hair dangling over the hunter’s chiseled face. “We’ve got to get ourselves far away from here before the palace guards catch us together,” the dresser muttered nervously.
Remmigon stood over six feet tall, brushed the pebbles and dirt from his knees, and leaned forward to steal one last kiss from his younger lover. The two men remained silent as they scurried to get themselves dressed when the gallop of the horse’s hooves drew nearer.
Rose Red was mesmerized by the blood red garment dangled before her. She caressed the material with the tips of her fingers and became aroused by the tingle of the fibers against her skin. “I’ve got to have that cloak, Sir. Can I pay with what little money I have and work off the rest? I can do all types of housework and I’m not afraid to get dirty,” Red pleaded.
“I think we may be able to strike a bargain if you are willing to do ‘anything’ as you put it,” he stated with a demented grin. The man led Red into a dark alley just off of the village square.
Red appeared a little later from the dark alley wearing her newly acquired hooded cloak. She re-laced her corset and lowered the hood over her eyes to avoid the blinding sun.
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Since Kyon’s kidnapping, Tashi feels responsible for his abduction. He assembles a team to go to Saint Petersburg, as it is believed that Vladimir is in Russia and Kyon is with him, if he is still alive. The local police insist they know nothing and that they have no records of Vladimir or Ryzdul, so Tashi and his team decide to investigate in person and go to Russia. They learn that Vladimir frequents rather peculiar night clubs, and a plan is set into motion to find him.
Following the Master’s arrival, Vladimir has had little time to indulge his somewhat peculiar sexual appetites, so when he notices the sexy blonde angels kissing each other on the dance floor, he feels the desire growing inside of him and he approaches the gorgeous foreigners. Although they dismiss him quickly, the way they dance together arouses Vlad’s innermost desires and the way they speak make him lust for them even more. He is unaware that it is a set up, but he is much too clever to be caught easily, if ever, and there is no guarantee that he will lead the foreign guests to the Master.
Vladimir watched them dance. It was difficult to tell which of them was more handsome than the other, the silver-haired blonde or the golden-haired blonde. They were both gorgeous and perfect in every way. They danced together sensually and aroused Vlad’s innermost desires. Both of them were tall, strong, sexy, and incredibly beautiful, causing Vladimir to lust for them, even though they leaned and touched each other as if they had already chosen partners for the night. It didn’t matter. Vladimir had chosen them. To his puzzlement, the gorgeous foreigners dismissed him by informing him that they would be spending the night together. After evaluating how deeply their words had stung, the platinum-haired blonde stared at him and said in a charming dreamy way, “But who knows about tomorrow? Just behave and wait for our call.” Vladimir felt his blood boiling. Behave? Of course he could instruct his men to seize the beautiful specimens right away, but the promise of tomorrow had an unanticipated effect upon him. They exchanged phone numbers and walked away, saying they would be back tomorrow. Promises hung in the air. Vlad would have to get free from his commitments, as only a nuclear disaster would prevent him from returning to the club if the hot tourists called him. With his heart racing, Vlad watched them walk away. They moved like cats. He could hardly wait for tomorrow.
As always, Vladimir’s exit would be preceded by a multitude of security measures. One man would go all the way to the mansion to scan the road for unusual out comings. After that, his head of security would allow him to leave the club. Normally Vlad would complain and check his watch every minute, but tonight he was so entranced by the blondes that he didn’t notice the five minute delay from the green light indicating that he was to leave.
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North Carolina painter Evan Phelps and his ex-lover Frank own a small art shop in the beach town of Manteo. When four friends encounter car trouble one day and seek help from Evan, the painter finds an unexpected muse in the much younger Sterling. He is gorgeous and Evan cannot stop thinking about him and painting images of him in various erotic poses. When Sterling comes to him for serious sexual advice, an unlikely relationship begins between the mature Evan and the much younger Sterling, a virgin in anticipation of his first sexual experience. Sterling’s buddy Jordan, in sharp contrast, is very sexually active and led around by one particular part of his anatomy, like a carrot in front of a donkey. When Evan’s career begins to take off, the adventures begin, leading Evan and his young paramour to a place neither has been.
A solo of Sterling in his partially aroused stage literally commanded to be first. He began with the head with its roundish shape and long wavy black hair partially covering his ears and draping haphazardly across his forehead. Green eyes, a cute pug nose and a thin black mustache atop a pleasant smile completed the face. Next came his broad shoulders and a well defined chest as well as the stomach, hard but not overly muscled (probably the result of hard work and not a gym regimen). He stretched the arms out so that the hands were holding onto the banister of the deck. He finished it off with the top three inches of a pair of white jeans. He decided against going further with that part which was etched in his memory. It was midnight when he shut off the bedroom light and crawled into bed. As he lay there in the darkness, a vision of Sterling was conjured in his mind. Evan finally fell into a deep sleep, and there was Sterling again, standing in the kitchen doorway, and as naked as truth should be, he advanced toward Evan and planted a kiss on his lips as his hands roamed Evan’s back. Evan woke suddenly and found that he was totally aroused. None of his subjects had ever dominated his mind and fantasies before.
“So tell me,” Frank said. “Who’s the new love in your life?”
“What do you mean?”
“Eight paintings of the same model. The last time you went on a painting binge like this, all of the paintings were of me and that was back when we had just graduated from college eleven years ago.”
Evan explained that he had only met Sterling for an hour and about the car being stuck in a sand dune.
“Well, this new fixation of yours is producing some of the finest work you’ve done in years. We’re talking about the $200 price range.”
The next Friday after painting like a demon, Evan delivered two more of Sterling, plus several of the foursome and some seascapes and one of the Cape Hatteras Lighthouse in the background with Sterling in the foreground waiting to climb it. He even did one of Paul standing in his kitchen doorway when he first revealed Junior in full glory, although he felt that nudes were not his forte.
“Wow” was all Frank could say when he saw Paul. “Is that thing real or did you go about enlarging it?”
“He said it was eleven and a half inches. I didn’t measure it, but I would have.”
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Soldiers live in close quarters day and night. A natural result is the occasional conflict, which can usually be quickly resolved. The trouble with Connor Harris and model sexy Myles Jace is never resolved even after a quick thinking drill instructor tries to use their differences as a learning tool, an experiment that ends badly and widens the rift between the men. Connor and Jace are pushed to help each other in the most challenging of ways throughout this romance set against a backdrop of modern war.
I had never picked up a hitchhiker, but I figured I could take on any trouble that might come my way. A cute little blond named Norman slid into the passenger seat next to me, his wicked grin beaming over at me as he said thanks. I hadn’t picked him up for sex but he turned out to be a little blond lifeboat who could fold himself around me like origami. “That was a lotta fun man, gonna miss you,” Norman said while gathering his gear. We were parked across from the main gate of the base I had been assigned to. End of the road for me. The next day I was due to start my duty and was going to rack out early to be ready.
I heard a shower running in back of the latrine, hooked up my towel and gear, and went into a stall. I hadn’t been paying attention to the other shower, caught a glimpse of someone else in the drying area, and stepped out to face my past. The tall guy turned and I prepared to smile, only to find myself looking up into the face of Jace. We both stopped dead still, and time seemed to stop. The last I had seen of him I was being rolled onto a stretcher and he was standing next to me, chest heaving like a charging bull and dripping sweat. He was still breathtakingly beautiful, couldn’t deny that. There was a moment when our eyes met that I saw a flicker of excitement in Jace’s eyes. A tiny faint smile crossed his lips and I thought in that split second that he was going to give me a full on smile, but it stopped short. Tightly cinching the towel around his waist, Jace simply turned and left the shower room.
Luckily, we were too busy most of the time for me to even think of Jace. I did have some buddies by then. One was a smart, foul mouthed guy from the Company next to us. He had the laugh of a demon, the smile of a swindler, and the charm of a snake handler. A south Texas rancher, Gil did not know a stranger. Everyone was met with that wide, sun bright grin and a “Howdy.” He was one of those guys who connected everyone, which I of course found endearing, and the fact that he was cute as a bug and built like his muscles had been sewn on like a costume drew me to him even more. The one person who, naturally, was not taken with Gil was Jace. Oh, he tolerated the jokes and shenanigans well enough, but it seemed like he bristled whenever Gil would take a poke at me, no matter how lighthearted or even if it was just teasing.
I began finding my space shared with some kind of livestock everyday – a spider in my bunk before bedtime, a scorpion couple that had decided to check into one of my boots for a little R&R in the morning, and several snakes made their way into my locker. I had no set proof that Jace was behind the placement of any of them desert creatures, but since the fight I did suddenly seem to have more than my share of them invading my space.
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When Jerry wants to write for the school newspaper, the editor decides to give him a chance to prove himself by writing something new and exciting to impress her. Jerry can think of nothing until a friend suggests checking out the missing person story that was recently in the news. Jerry searches through a stack of old newspapers and on the front page of one is a picture of a beautiful blonde haired blue eyed woman who went missing two months ago. She was young and recently married to a wealthy man, and so far the police have been unable to solve the mystery of her whereabouts. The rumors are rampant. Some say her husband murdered her, some say she died at the hands of an ex-boyfriend, and yet others claim that she ran away. One thing is certain – if Jerry can solve this mystery, the editor of the school newspaper will be more than impressed. In their perilous quest to solve the mystery, however, Jerry and his friends discover that some of the citizens of Somerville have gone to great lengths to ensure that this particular mystery is never solved.
Kate turned her car to the left and we found ourselves on a narrow road. Tall trees grew on either side of the road, and with the darkness around us, the whole environment was giving an eerie feel.
“This road leads out of town,” said Kate. “Why would she be driving here?”
I was about to tell Kate to turn the car back when it happened. Courtney’s car came to an abrupt halt and started to reverse. Kate pressed the brakes and her car stopped. I watched as the small blue car kept reversing, coming towards us.
“She is going to ram into us!” yelled Kate, her eyes wide open.
The blue car turned and faced us, its headlights on.
“Kate, duck, NOW!” I yelled, bowing my head.
I heard Courtney’s car slow down and then I heard it drive past us with speed.
“Why did you do that?” asked Kate, getting back up on her seat.
I got up and sat properly in the seat. Courtney seemed to have gone away. “I didn’t want her to see our faces,” I answered, pushing my glasses up on my nose.
“Our faces?” asked Kate in disbelief. “You have taken this lost rich lady case way into that weird head of yours.”
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After the Master is shot, the shroud of mystery surrounding him thickens. There is one person who knows his true identity and he has vowed to protect the Master until his dying day. But the enemy of all enemies arrives in Canada to deal with the Master in his own way. Carefully kidnapping him, he places the Master in a wooden crate without food or water for several days as they journey to a destination unknown to the Master. When they reach their destination, the Master is greeted by someone he thought he would never have to face again, and welcomed to hell. No one knows if time will run out for the Master before he can be rescued and his true identity revealed.
Vladimir smiled with cruelty. The Master had tried to foil their plan many times. Since Julian’s arrest, Ryzdul became nearly obsessed with capturing the Master. They tried often to locate him or access his files, but the European Community kept his files in absolute secrecy. Thus, they didn’t know the Master’s real name. With Julian, Iain, and Vallen, Vladimir determined how to proceed and he became annoyed with his partners who only wished to grab their sex toys. As for Vladimir, his only goal was to capture the Master and bring him to Ryzdul. Derek would be an asset to help Vladimir obtain information from the Master. Thus, Vladimir decided to join Julian and wait for Derek’s return. Luck was on Vlad’s side, as Derek showed up sooner than they had expected. Vladimir ordered Derek to call the Master, otherwise Derek’s brother would be beaten. Derek dutifully obeyed, and after that Vlad strangled Derek slowly. Even though Derek didn’t beg for his life, Vlad knew he would when the actual pain began. Then Vlad would stop worrying about producing visible marks of torture and would only focus on causing pain at the place Ryzdul prepared for the Master. Lost in sweet thoughts, Vlad almost forgot where he was when the door opened and the Master finally appeared in front of him. For the first time, Vladimir smiled as he watched the surprise on the Master’s face when he recognized Vladimir. No one would expect that would come to Canada to get involved in a mission like this one.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you in person after all these years, Master,” Vladimir said, kneeling near Derek to push his gun threateningly against his head.
This is the second of three books in the Master of Criminals series.
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A group of hackers is attempting to defraud the Canadian banking system. Investigations conducted by the Royal Canadian Mounted Police (RCMP), the O’Unit (Ontario), are inconclusive since this particular type of fraud is unheard of. The Superintendent of the Department of Electronic Fraud, Derek Savill, receives an unexpected and well written e-mail signed by a certain Master of Criminals stating that he needs to speak with him regarding the course of his investigations. Derek does not take the e-mail seriously and continues to work with his team mate and best friend, Adam. That night, however, when Derek arrives home, an intruder is waiting for him. Derek is hit in the head, blindfolded, and cuffed to his own bed. The stranger informs him that on that same night he will kidnap one of Derek’s brothers. Oddly, the criminal assures Derek that his brother will be treated well as long as Derek meets his requirements regarding the course of his investigations. The Master of Criminals is elusive, intelligent, and not who he appears to be.
Master of Criminals is an action packed, gripping international crime story.
The signatory named himself Master of Criminals. Due to Derek’s profession and his excellent investigation results, however, he received hundreds of threats. Normally the threats were not as refined or well written as the one he received that morning, as they only stated that he would be killed. Sometimes the different manners of his supposed death were even described. The respectful tone of the threat ignited a tiny flame of curiosity in his mind.
“Derek, they attacked again.”
“Who was the target this time?” Derek asked blankly.
“A socialite. Her name is,” Adam consulted his notes and added, “Charlene Harrison.”
This one was famous, Derek realized, as he recognized her name from newspapers and magazine covers. The case was maddening since Adam never had trouble finding flaws in others’ procedures or arguments. This case defied their abilities in different ways, such as the apparent lack of failures, the poor connection between the victims, the inventive methods, and the new employee lent to their department by the technical area.
The gang, as it appeared to be the work of much more than one man, so far had attacked only wealthy women across the Canadian territory. Systematically they stole their data and banking passwords and relieved all funds they might have deposited. The traditional means of tracking electronic fraud had not worked and this case astonished them all. No spyware, sniffers, or Trojan horses. Not a malware in SQL. Not an evidence of cloning sites or phishing e-mails or known scams. Up to now they failed to locate the source of the fake IP. How had they done it? To complicate everything even further, among the victims there were no known connections, other than the fact that they were all loaded women. To make everything worse, the case had fallen into the interest of the press, which caused their superior to determine it a priority.
The modus operandi was always the same. All the funds were transferred, although the encrypted data stored in the financial systems remained the same. Despite this, the hacked financial institutions didn’t seem to know where the funds were transferred to, as the internal codes were switched. It was as if the money had never existed. It had already happened four times, with different women and different independent financial institutions. Derek had considered internal involvement and interrogated numerous employees, without success.
This is the first of three books in the Master of Criminals series.
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Aristotle is pulled into an incident that will change the world as we know it; the struggle between the Thanatos and those in power who are afraid of anything different. During the initial incident, Aristotle discovers that he is destined to be a key player in the struggle for the world. The government considers the Thanatos a threat to the world and is secretly developing a biochemical means to exterminate them. What Aristotle discovers about himself in the midst of this incident may be the very thing that destroys him.
Piotr was trembling, Lucas tensing behind him. “The earliest records of your ancestors are from hundreds of years ago. Your people settled in major urban centers, passing as normal, typical humans. I mean, there are no aesthetic differences between you and a normal human, as far as Julius knew.”
Aristotle clenched his fist.
The silence strained over all of them, abandoned in the cavern deep within the earth, like they were removed from the warm, familiar humanity above. “The government,” Piotr began. “It considers you to be of a different biology than human beings. You are a threat to the human race.”
The cabin was dark – the only light trickled in from the prior cabin. Somehow, however, he didn’t need the light. He didn’t even need to think about where to swing the axe, about where to step, about when to duck: it was like he was on autopilot. His body moved fluidly, like he was a dancer. He never felt so free, so weightless in his life. As he dropkicked one of them, he began to feel anxious again. Who or what was moving his body like this? His own flesh seemed alien to him.
He was trapped in his own body. And he had no choice left but to keep fighting.
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