William King

I asked the AI I use for a review, just to see it's opinion, and I think it summarised the book better than I could. A Knight in the Darkness is a must-read for fans of queer historical fantasy. It takes the familiar "Knight and Squire" trope and breathes new life into it through its focus on disability and sensory magic. By Chapter 19, the bond between Darien and Wylan is firmly cemented, leaving readers with a strong "cliffhanger" sense of anticipation for how their love—and Wylan's powers—will survive the coming crusade. Rating: 4.5/5 — A poignant, atmospheric journey that proves the most powerful sight is often the one that doesn't require eyes.

It was five past eleven when Jonathan, Sean, and Jake rolled up. I'd told my parents I was invited for Sunday lunch and had been waiting for them to get here. I didn't want any parental questions about these guys, because I knew that could easily happen, as they were all older than me. Actually, that might swing my parents in favour of Ryan. I squeezed into the back seat next to Sean, we were the two smallest, but it was not a car designed for four adults, or at least not for any long jour

You are probably right!

Jake phoned and I answered, I hadn't replied to his messages, so I thought I should speak to him. "Alex, you've been ignoring me. Don't you pick up your messages, or is it personal?" "It's nothing personal. I was kind of occupied yesterday. Anyhow, what's up?" "No, no, no. Don't try and worm your way out. Occupied huh! Doing what?" I sighed and took a second to think what to say. "Why do I have to tell you everything?" "You don't, but didn't we like fuck or something?"

Ryan was standing at the bus stop. A bus had just pulled away, our bus. "Were you waiting for me?" I asked him. He smiled, but made no reply. We stood there in silence, until I happened to glance up at him. At the same moment he stole a look at me. He was still smiling. God, he was cute, what a gorgeous guy. An emotional reaction which made my body tingle and sort of embarrassed me. Other kids were arriving, pushing and jostling as another bus appeared. I rose above it all and so did R

Yeah! You love your cliff hanger endings, but given its not a dream then Emory is about to get what he needs, and it's his long time missing room mate who is gonna ride him to a satisfying climax...

(artwork by Luca)

Marching towards Nicaea (artwork by Luca):

I called Jake, we had a long talk about things, I told him some, but not all, of what was going on. He asked me to come over and I couldn't help wondering if that was a good thing, but like always, I was led by my cock and not my brain. We spent the evening together and not talking about Matty, Ryan, or that mystery guy. I saw Ryan, Monday morning, we exchanged nods, as if now we were suddenly best buddies. I remembered just how that nearly was the case, what seemed like ages ago, when John

Luca is a friend of mine online, I request an image and he conjures it up using AI, I guess anyone with the software can create almost anything these days!

Thunderbolt Artwork by Luca.

Darien survived 🤗 (artwork by Luca).

My phone buzzed, a message. I grabbed it from the bedside table and held it up looking at the screen. No name and I didn't recognise the number. I opened it and read: "Watch this." There was a video attached. Curious as to who was sending me videos, I opened it. I watched as the camera jolted and jumped about, then focused. It seemed obvious the person taking the video was holding the camera. But it was who he was filming and what they were doing which I couldn't quite take in. It was defin

I just think this gets better and better. I got to admit I had doubts at the beginning, but now I'm really glad I picked it up to read. You do this story very well. And, as for the story: Peter cleared his throat and asked, “Did I hear that correctly? You voted for Trump?” I sighed, “I didn’t actually cast a ballot as I just recently turned 18 and he was already elected.” .... .... Also, let’s not forget I voted for you when I slept with you, .... .... As I pushed past them, I heard Sam smirk. Maybe he found my frustration funny. Or maybe Sam thought he had just ruined his chance with Peter and that was good for Sam. Except later, Sam finds him sitting on a hill alone on campus and there's a hint of some attraction, or did I imagine that? Finally, there's that cliff hanger ending with his room mate! Luckily you give us frequent postings, because well... wow! What happens? Loving your story.

I had a strange feeling walking into Jake's place, it had been a while since I'd last been there, and some time since I had seen Jake. I had that now familiar feeling in my stomach, a mixture of excitement coupled with unease, which left me on edge. Jake was wearing a huge smile and after greeting Jonathan and Sean, it seemed he couldn't wait to grab me and pull me into a hug. It felt good to be held, I could smell his familiar aftershave, I sort of melted. Music was playing quietly in the

Now Lord Wylan (artwork by Luca)...

To make a concise reply, men have sex and then maybe a relationship, one night stands are common. M/m romance seems like a hetero invention attractive to women, It exists, but I doubt it's mainstream except for women authors. There are a lot of gay m/m romance stories, they are not all written by women, but they all seem a little like fantasy. It seems more realistic to see gay men as hunters, seeking sex. We fall in love, have romantic relationships, but primarily men are driven by their penis. The biological genetic drive to reproduce, which minus any female, is rather bestial, savage, and wild. How many women authors write about threesomes, orgies, fetishes of all sorts. Hardly m/m romance, but occupying a large place in the gay world, like sex, and hence sites like Nifty that are probably more representative of the gay male psych, than say a teenage romance site. The middle ground between fantasy romance and brutal reality is perhaps here on this site which hosts all gay themed stories, with some restrictions, but offers a platform for women writers of gay stories as well as men, so you can take you pick, romance or reality, or both!

Well, that was quite a beginning to the story... like jumping right in, but hey, what the hell, it's interesting!

Thursday afternoon I looked for Matty and Edmund, I knew they had an art class before ours, and hoped I could get to talk to both of them. When the bell sounded for the last period I hurried to collect my books and get to the class. I was in luck, there were a few strugglers hanging about talking to Lionel, the art teacher. Matty saw me and excused himself from the conversation to come over. “Matty, I’m so glad I caught you.” He smiled. “Can we meet up tomorrow ? After school.”

I rather like this: ice tea (black tea or green tea if you prefer) with a hint of peach. But, beware, the ingredients in France (3% sugar) are not the ingredients in the USA (26% sugar), so I can't vouch for it being low in sugar and free from additives where you live.

I saw Matty crossing the car park Monday morning. He was back at school, perhaps there was a chance things would get back to how they were. I didn't try to talk to him, didn’t want to bother him at school. Besides, Edmund was with him. We just saw each other in passing, but we never talked. It was a drag that Matty had no phone, it left us with no easy way to communicate. I didn’t want to risk calling round his place, that would be too much. Seeing how his parents were about me. Even if the

We don't yet know if things will get better, everything appears to be so complicated. Matty and Alex have a lot to deal with and all that whilst trapped in the pretty tumultuous world which surrounds them. In other words, teenage life with all its complications!

Sunday morning I was on edge, full of apprehension. Wanting to see Matty, but wondering how it would be. Max was here. He came for a sleep over Saturday night. Him and Michael were sitting having breakfast when I came down. “Hi Max, sleep well?” He looked up from his cereal. Gave me an odd stare, his brow furrowed. “Just making conversation.” I grabbed a bowl, spoon, and sat down. “So why'd you ask if we slept well?” I took the cereal, poured some into the bowl. “Pass the milk, w

Friday morning and the one thing I was looking forward to was the weekend. A whole two days out of school. I don’t usually think like this, but at the moment school sucks. I was treading a tightrope. Trying to catch up on school work. Trying real hard to put Matty out of my thoughts. Which was impossible, everything comes back to him. Life is hard. Now as I was getting into my shitty mind set the phone rang. I didn't want to talk to anyone, but I looked at the screen. It was Jonathan, I picked u