R. Eric

Mordor wouldn't want her. She's too needy. Besides, she has to be tough. She ain't. One more chapter to wrap things up. Thursday after midnight.

The ride back was quick. That is if you rode your horse as we did. Seth was not stopping to rest or eat. Would I if Christian were involved? Hell no! The men that came with us tried to keep up, but I finally told them to stop, Seth and I would be fine. They knew that was true having witnessed my fighting I could defend Seth. And we were going back to the palace where there were more guards. No problem. We rode all night thanks to the nearly full moon and we went well into the next day. I told Se

Be patient.

That's what I do. I can't stop them from coming. My muse brewing more. Thanks for the nice words

I couldn't wait. It's in.

Seth and I took the road to Thorne Valley. It was about a hundred miles away, but easy to do with a stop overnight. We took with us about five of the palace guards. Having manpower just seemed prudent. When we got to where the home was, I was impressed. The manor house, though not a castle, was pretty big. The land around it had their grapes planted in vast numbers. And there was a town nearby, made up of those that worked the vineyards and home. And the town had shops, markets and places to eat

I guess I was exhausted. It had been a very exciting, but tasking week. I turned eighteen, got married to a man that became king the next day! Who wouldn’t be tired? So when we got back to our room after the reception after Seth was crowned, I laid down for just a minute to rest a little. Seth crawled on the bed beside me, spooning up behind me. Neither of us moved until the sun came up the next morning. We hadn’t even gotten out of the clothes from the day before! But I felt gentle kisses on my

I was going to send you an email, but since I've read other reviews, I think I need to do it to all who read this. Preachers' Sons is basically true. The characters are based on real people and events. What happens did happen. Except to the relocation to Hawai'i. I met my Elias in 1978. We were both Preachers sons. And there was a connection I wished we'd explored. I didn't write this to share initially, it was more to get my mind straight. I was Southern Baptist, a Christian, married, but gay. I had been told who to marry, when and what I was expected to do. When I "came out" it was very traumatic. I found no role models to show me how I was to be. I remember asking, and thank God she was there, a female minister, lesbian and for all accounts, Southern Baptist. I asked. "What do I do? How to I find that person. In the straight world, you see a girl, date, marry and start a family." We couldn't marry then. I was not a party man, so bars held no draw for me. So, I began writing. I researched like mad. I've read the Bible, I know what it said. But as I said, God never said a thing about men with men. The humans that wrote the Bible did. Otherwise, there'd be eleven commandments, not ten. "Thou shall not marry one of your gender." All my stories have a similar theme, mostly. Love and a connection, then commitment and/or marriage. There is so much of what I call "fuck fiction." That doesn't bother me. But where does a man, or woman, no matter what religion they are, what political party they belong to or what they believe in. Where do they fit in life if they realize they're gay? We need stories. We need Fairy Tales. We were raised by a society, raised on stories and tales that have shaped who and what we are. Being gay is not mean you can't be who you are, Christian, Hebrew, Muslim, Atheist or any of the other beliefs. Just long for more than just the next conquest sexually. We are sexual beings. We're hardwired for it, physically and mentally. It's a part of our lives. Talk about it. Be yourself. Be gay. There's no need to end your own life or rely on drugs. For nearly forty years I felt I didn't fit in. And I didn't, not the world my parents showed me. But love is out there. I married, at last, to the right person. It's no Fairy Tale, believe me. But it is often comical. Two people who love and respect each other will get through life. Just do it together. I'm no great writer, but I wrote these stories, not just for me, but to share. Enjoy them. Maybe I can share some insights. Maybe not. Either way, enjoy them. And I have a lot more. Including Cinderfella which I don't expect to replace Cinderella, but who didn't lust for Prince Charming? I sure did.

And I thought you would be reading this as soon as I put it in. I was going to add something, but I'll add that to the next chapter. Now, you'll just have to wait.

“Sorcery!” A male cry came above the oohs and ahhs that the crowd was giving. “This is outrageous! It’s nothing but sorcery or just plain witchcraft!” We all knew who it belonged to. I turned to see Arthur Thorne standing prominently from the crowd. His face was red with anger. “These men are in league with the powers of darkness! Seth is no king! He isn’t supposed to be king! They are sodomites! They were kissing! God knows what else they’ve done. They should be prosecuted and sent to t

I ain't telling. And so for as horse ridden men are concerned, you know what I meant. My muse sends me things so fast and so often, I struggle to keep up. No matter. There's little more coming.

As the day progressed, Seth and I spent time together. We rode through town so he could see it for the first time. To keep the ease of people, he wore his mask. It still caused some discomfort for many who backed away when we rode up. Tolerance for what was happening wasn’t the same as understanding what was happening. The rumors about Seth were spreading like a wildfire throughout the town faster than Demetrius covered distances. And it was going throughout the whole country, too. The fact that

There is a surprise then, too.

Why not? It was a name that just came. He's done though.

As the ball continued, things began to relax a little. And now Seth or Prince Phillip was with me! Yea! And I swear, he actually smiled! And not at me, but I’m glad he did smile at me if no one else. I mean, he smiled at me, of course, but he was smiling at the guests that didn’t seem to be repulsed by his appearance. There were hesitant approaches, but once they spoke with him, dared to get closer. He was going to be their next king. It never hurts to suck up the man in power as soon as you can

I'm not done yet.

Of course.

There was more than a murmur through the crowd after I said that. A few gasps, but what I didn’t expect, was Seth’s reaction. He pulled his hand away. “No!” Seth said through gritted teeth. “Stop it. I won’t. I don’t want to be king.” “Seth…” I began. “No!” Seth said louder. “I refuse.” And he began to walk away. “See!?” Arthur Thorne raised his hand at Seth who was clearly leaving. “He doesn’t want this honor. There is another choice to be made.” “Seth, wait!” I started

But wait! You think you can guess hoe this is going to work out? You could not be more wrong! This story could end, but it has a startling twists no one could guess. Not even me until it came to me and saw it. I was surprised! Is that psychotic? Maybe. Now to tell you what I saw. Wish me luck. Remember, I can write only so fast. Be patient.

And yet, there will be still another unexpected twist! Tonight, another twist comes out. My problem always is, I can only write so fast. I saw something else to happen.

I raced back in the palace at full speed, heading for the library and archives without stopping! Christian was fast, but he couldn’t keep up with me. Our motivations were different. “Slow down, Erik!” “I can’t!” I shouted back, my voice echoing through the space as I ran in the vast library and went to where archives were stored and pulled a few of the books I knew the information was in down on a table. “I think…” I said looking through pages quickly that I’d read before to find what I

It would be difficult to say without giving it away. If he were, how could you prove it without knowledge of DNA? It could be a trick! I'll write more tonight. There are still some things that will be explained. And proven....to most.

I got dressed and took the ring off as instructed to do, putting it in my pocket in case I needed to be Prince Erik again. Then made my way through the castle's interior to the kitchens. Entering there I spotted a woman giving instructions to others that reminded me of our own Ida back in A’Dore. Heavy set in her early forties. I made my way to her. “Excuse me,” I said to her. “I was sent by His Majesty King Christian to help. I’m from A’Dore.” She looked at me a little critically, then

I considered the fire signals. That will be considered, but there are some other things going to happen. Tonight!

I woke up the next morning after my confrontation with Christian and Ella, feeling no hangover at all. In fact, I felt better than I could remember ever feeling. It was if I were free from bondage at last I wasn’t even aware I was in. “I told you.” Demetrius said from nowhere I could see. I chuckled. “You did.” I glanced around amused he was being so secretive now. “You came in the middle of the night, when I was bathing, why hide now?” Demetrius stepped out of a wall, where he could