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 Come, Gareth said, his own eyes a little bright, though he would never admit
it, and with Andar leading the way, we headed out into the brightness of the day.
When I saw the army waiting, my friends to the fore, dressed in their best, it
took everything in me not to bawl like a baby.
This was getting ridiculous. I was a man now. Men did not cry like this.
I reformulated that thought as I realized there was not a dry eye among the
Eight.
Well then.
I took a deep breath and smiled at them as they closed around us, providing an
honor guard as we walked through the silent throngs of men who stood in
formation.
The whole thing felt like an illusion, as if I might regain senses and be alone
again, longing for this.
But the moment didn t shatter, and I could see Vlar now, waiting up ahead
with Sadan.
I inhaled sharply. Now I understood Weasel s reference to red and blue. I
might be wearing the blue, but Vlar wore red, and he looked stunning. It brought
out the sharp planes of his face, and his golden hair lay vivid against the crimson,
the length of it braided, intertwined with soft red leather. His black breeches looked
to be silk, and they clung to him, drawing my eyes. Black boots similar to mine,
with red laces, completed the outfit, and he looked utterly magnificent, so that I
could scarcely believe he would be mine.
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A circlet lay on his brow, proclaiming him a Prince of the Blood, and beneath
that symbol, his piercing eyes were fixed on me, the green depths intent and
gleaming with possessive fire.
I swallowed hard, trembling with the force of his presence, feeling a fear rise
that I would not be strong enough to withstand him, to be a proper bloodmate and
not just a weak&
Gareth pinched my arm.
I came back to myself with a gasp, my chin rising unconsciously.
I had stood up to him at the beginning when I did not even know what he was,
when I had had no hope. Now I knew him, loved him trusted him.
I would be strong enough. I was too stubborn to be anything else.
Vlar held out his hand& and I took it.
Loose Id Titles by J. C. Owens
Gaven
Gaven: The Bonding
Wings
J. C. Owens
J.C. Owens originally wrote historical fiction with three published books under
J.C. McGuire and still loves the genre but, having discovered the art of writing
erotic male/male fiction, is now obsessed with it. Fantasy backdrops make a
beautifully blank page to work with and J.C. only wishes that the characters were
real!
J.C. spent many years in a medieval reenactment group, learning and living
history, and that persona and experience give life to J.C s writings. Interest in even
more ancient history spurred trips to Italy, Greece, Turkey and Egypt and those
experiences also color the characters and worlds of the books.
Love of ferrets and greyhounds and all living creatures is the pivotal point
around which J.C s  real life revolves.
Most of all, J.C. loves to tell stories&
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