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Author: Rebecca Cohen
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Shobana Apu
“So what’s the story?” asked Diam. “While you tell me you should get dressed.”
Lornyc quickly recounted what he’d learned, and tried not to get annoyed at Diam’s smirk. “It’s not funny,” he said, disappearing behind one of the privacy screens and tugging off his boots followed by the rest of his clothes. He pulled on the tunic, making sure he hid his wedding disc underneath. The tunic’s soft material fell pleasantly across his skin, but Lornyc despaired that it only came to midthigh. The sandals were just as disagreeable—he really didn’t like the way the leather lay crisscrossed up his leg, and the arm cuff squeezed his bicep tightly.
“Are you with any of the others?” she asked as he reemerged from behind the screen.
“Take these for him.” She handed Lornyc the pile of clothes lying at the other Methian’s feet. “I’ll give the rest to the others when I track them down.”
“Right.” He thought sourly that there was a lot more material in Methian’s pile. “Have you found the entity yet?”
“It entered the dimension a few hours ago, but we can’t determine more than that at the moment. When it enters or leaves a dimension, there’s a burst of energy, but the levels drop to an amount so low it’s difficult to pinpoint. We’re hoping you being here—the Lornyc from its original dimension—will lure it out.”
Back on the white square, Lornyc asked, “Is there anything in particular I should watch out for?”
Diam shook her head. “Just keep your eyes peeled and your senses sharp. I’ll be with you as soon as possible.”
Arriving back in the marble room, Lornyc found Methian lounging on the enormous bed, leafing through a book and eating an apple.
“What if that had been poisonous?”
Methian chuckled. “Then I’d want to know who’s poisoning the apples in the manor, as this was in my pocket.”
He looked Lornyc up and down and whistled low. “Now, talking about things being good enough to eat, which deity do I have to thank for that outfit?”
Methian levered himself off the bed and crowded up against Lornyc, his thumb stroking the arm cuff. “Methian,” warned Lornyc. “We don’t have time for this.”
“I know, but it doesn’t stop me wanting.”
Lornyc shoved the bundle of clothes at Methian’s chest. “Put these on, General Hadral. Then we can go searching for the others.”
Methian’s clothes were a simple cut, but the material obviously expensive. They also covered a lot more of him. “General? Do I get a big sword?”
“Dear gods, grow up!”
Methian laughed, tying a brightly colored sash around his waist. “So if I’m a general, what are you?”
“I’m your courtesan,” said Lornyc, ignoring Methian’s wide smile. “You also have a wife—somewhere—” He wrinkled his nose. “But I don’t think she’s at this villa based on the memories I saw. This place is some sort of love den.”
“I like the sound of that.”
“Get off!” Lornyc swatted away Methian’s hand as it crept under his tunic. “Come on, we need to find the others.”
“Are you seriously telling me that the other Methian was able to keep his hands off the other Lornyc looking like that?”
“Well, no, but….”
“Then I’m afraid for the sake of verisimilitude you’re going to have to put up with my attentions.”
Lornyc knew better than to retaliate to Methian’s comments, it would only encourage his husband further. Normally he’d have no problem with it, but now really wasn’t the time. “Come on, you. Let’s get going.”
Upon taking the throne as High Lord of Katraman and Liege of Scura, Lornyc Reagalos’s focus on rebuilding one city and reassuring another leaves little time for his husband, Methian. Added to that, he must contend with is the unexpected revelation that his grandfather, Romanus, set up his own religion and named an enigmatic figure called The One as its deity. Through some twisted interpretation of the signs left by Romanus, the Cerulean Cult comes to believe Lornyc is their god and invites him to sanctify the Cult as part of its five-hundred-year anniversary. During the Sanctification Ceremony, the Cult’s holy relic, an orb given to it by Romanus, is split, releasing an entity that tears a hole in the dimensions. The species that guards the dimensions, the Valen, force Lornyc to fix the breach, or they will have him extinguished.
About the Author:
Rebecca Cohen is a Brit abroad. Having swapped the Thames for the Rhine, she has left London behind and now lives with her husband and baby son in Basel, Switzerland. She can often be found with a pen in one hand and a cup of Darjeeling in the other.
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