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Destiny's End

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"Many obstacles stand in the way of baronet’s son Warrick Synclaire being with his best friend, Thomas Smythe. Same-s*x love is illegal in early 20th Century England, and Warrick is heading for Canada while Thomas is destined for the military college at Sandhurst. Warrick isn't sure he can bear the separation.

However, the day before Warwick leaves, Thomas persuades him to see a fortune teller. The old gypsy woman’s warnings fail to scare Warwick, but another gypsy, Nicolae, by turns intrigues, arouses, and terrifies him. That night, Nicolae breaks into Warwick’s bedchamber, bedding then biting him. Warwick, unable to process the encounter, convinces himself it was just a bad dream and sails off to Canada to start a new life.

In Canada, Warrick renews his acquaintance with Fox Sullivan, who he first met during the war. Soon the two become lovers, but for Warwick, the relationship is purely physical. Thomas still owns his heart. When he can stand their separation no longer, Warrick returns to his ancestral home in Kent, determined to reunite with Thomas, who now has a lover of his own. But the encounter with Nicolae years earlier changed Warwick considerably. Every full moon he turns into a ravenous creature, which seems able to rule Warwick’s life even during the daytime.

Determined to win over Warrick, Fox sells his medical practice and sails to England. But is he too late to save the man he loves?"

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Prologue: Warrick Synclaire
Prologue: Warrick Synclaire “What do you think of Thorny Walk House, Thomas?” I asked as we stood in the courtyard, gazing up at the three-story monstrosity with its turrets and battlements, huge and sprawling. Thomas Fortescue-Smythe, my very best friend, leaned against me, as he was wont to do, and glanced at the house that had belonged to my family for almost two hundred and forty years. “Truthfully?” “Mmm.” I stared into his beautiful eyes and lost track of most of what he was saying. “It’s so…er…majestic.” I bumped his shoulder. “It might be majestic, but your house is a home.” Synclaires had lived in Wales from the time of the Plantagenets. Of course, they hadn’t been known as Synclaire when an enterprising mercenary got himself knighted by Henry II. The property granted him was mostly marsh, and only produced peat, swamp grass, and hungry peasants. And very strange legends. No one would speak about that branch of the family in my presence because I was deemed too young. All of that changed, however, in the time of the restored Charles. One of that knight’s descendants had profited by having a beautiful wife who pleaded prettily to be taken to court. Because he could deny her nothing, Laurence, her husband—who was a younger brother—finally acceded to her wishes. And once at court, she managed to catch the lusty monarch’s wandering eye. Even then, Synclaires had not been very clever in whom they chose to love. Charles II only enjoyed the lady for a few nights before he returned her to her husband, but he was a generous monarch, and in recompense, granted my ancestor a baronetcy. It might not have seemed like much by way of p*****t, save for the property in Kent that went with it, which alone was worth more to my ancestor than a more exalted title. Everyone concerned felt the bargain was well met. Except, perhaps, for the wife, who had hoped for a permanent position under the king. The land given with the title had belonged at one time to Crispin Thorn, one of Cromwell’s favourites. It contained a huge, sprawling house that had been added to in all the wrong periods. Being a rather unimaginative sort, old Laurence had made the name of the manor the same as that of the estate, and we became the Synclaires of Thorny Walk. However, prior to Crispin Thorn taking possession of the estate, it had belonged to a family of Papists who had secreted a chapel behind the cellar’s cavernous walls. That wasn’t discovered until centuries later, when Thomas and I came upon it one rainy day while amusing ourselves by playing at being adventurers. There were priests’ cells and an altar and dusty paintings of martyred saints on every wall. “This is wonderful,” Thomas breathed as he peeked into one of the cells. No, it was disturbing. Were we likely to find skeletal remains down there? “I don’t like it. Let’s go up to the attics.” “All right,” he said agreeably. Fortunately, we had no trouble finding our way out through the many winding corridors. * * * * That was Thorny Walk House—my home.

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