Gilly is dying. He knows this, and in an act of desperation and grief, calls upon all his strength and the energies of the earth to imbue the twelve stones he’d gathered, shot through with crystals, with the memories of the life he’d shared with Finian, his husband and lover.
With this he hopes to leave Finian, at the very least, with the joy of their time together. But he wishes for more. As a witch of singular power, he risks all he is in this final gamble. To move forward with Finian, or die alone, as he always had been.
Chapter 1“Gilly, you need to eat.” “Yes, love,” Gilly replied, his thoughts elsewhere, waving his fingers as if shooing away a fly. But his heart smote him when he caught the deep concern on his husband’s face, still comely, but now weathered and lined with age. More dear to him than life. He sat straighter at the table, ignoring the new ache in his bones and the exhaustion from a sleepless night. “Have you noticed,” he began, stirring the porridge in his bowl, “that it’s particularly nice outside this morning?” “And…” Finian prompted, not taking his eyes of Gilly, though Gilly had looked pointedly out the kitchen window. Gilly met his gaze and couldn’t help but admire Finian’s upright posture and still handsome features. A blush tinged Finian’s clean shaven cheeks under his stare, the
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