Deus Ex and other stories
Who knows, maybe I won't be gone so long any more.
I'm back with a trio of tales of a god and a machine, magic, and M(?)M romance.
Deus Ex : The hells have no fury like a Hera scorned. So Zeus swore off mortal women. Mortal men, like the one impaled beneath him when he found out beautiful singer Sarah was pregnant, didn’t count, of course. Hera hadn’t asked, Zeus hadn’t told. But what to do? Ah. A two-part Plan Alpha so brilliant he didn’t need a Beta, much less a Gamma. First, some one-last-time sex, again looking like the minor Brit lord she’d never meet, although, actually, several last times since there was no more risk. Second, wipe her memory and swipe some DNA so a demigod didn’t get born. Except...Sarah was a rare mortal he couldn’t wipe and swipe. Zeus was in deep...stuff.
Jericho : A magnificent old house on Janssen Place, filled with the beautiful things wealthy, elderly Michael had loved and cherished for so many years. John, the impatient, much younger lover who hated all those things. The feeling was mutual. A cool November night. Magic. Betrayal. And a wolf wind.
Sranjir in the Night : The Terran Federation called the Sranjiri “direbeasts” and thought they’d been hunted to extinction. Not quite accurate. The star-traveling Sranjiri are shifters who have the power to assume a pleasing shape. A young one, illegally on Terra but at least in human form, meets a beautiful young man who’s cruising a subway toilet below Port New York late one night. (Future subways? Re-opened restrooms? Inevitable.) He knew he was in love the moment the human dropped to his knees with an eagerness accompanied by an almost pitch-perfect Sranjiri 17-yes! and leaned forward. What happened next was incredible. But then there was the earthquake. And shifting. And that pesky prophecy his father-grans had fore-muttered. What’s a Sranjir in the night to do?
Royalty Note: 100% will go to a local LGBT organization.
I'm back with a trio of tales of a god and a machine, magic, and M(?)M romance.
Deus Ex : The hells have no fury like a Hera scorned. So Zeus swore off mortal women. Mortal men, like the one impaled beneath him when he found out beautiful singer Sarah was pregnant, didn’t count, of course. Hera hadn’t asked, Zeus hadn’t told. But what to do? Ah. A two-part Plan Alpha so brilliant he didn’t need a Beta, much less a Gamma. First, some one-last-time sex, again looking like the minor Brit lord she’d never meet, although, actually, several last times since there was no more risk. Second, wipe her memory and swipe some DNA so a demigod didn’t get born. Except...Sarah was a rare mortal he couldn’t wipe and swipe. Zeus was in deep...stuff.
Jericho : A magnificent old house on Janssen Place, filled with the beautiful things wealthy, elderly Michael had loved and cherished for so many years. John, the impatient, much younger lover who hated all those things. The feeling was mutual. A cool November night. Magic. Betrayal. And a wolf wind.
Sranjir in the Night : The Terran Federation called the Sranjiri “direbeasts” and thought they’d been hunted to extinction. Not quite accurate. The star-traveling Sranjiri are shifters who have the power to assume a pleasing shape. A young one, illegally on Terra but at least in human form, meets a beautiful young man who’s cruising a subway toilet below Port New York late one night. (Future subways? Re-opened restrooms? Inevitable.) He knew he was in love the moment the human dropped to his knees with an eagerness accompanied by an almost pitch-perfect Sranjiri 17-yes! and leaned forward. What happened next was incredible. But then there was the earthquake. And shifting. And that pesky prophecy his father-grans had fore-muttered. What’s a Sranjir in the night to do?
Royalty Note: 100% will go to a local LGBT organization.
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