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Issue 16
- August 2008

Great
short stories from tyros as well as some of the best known names
in gay and bisexual fiction. We're sure you'll enjoy them all!
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After Edward
by Michael Gouda Memory and grief play strange tricks. Edward's dead, but what about his teddy? |
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The Canals of Mars by Victor J Banis
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but ugly is there to see.
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Fáinne Geal an Lae by Nexis Pas And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day |
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Home Cooking by Doc Holliday True love can be found in unlikely places, at unexpected times, and be the more true for it. |
 | Josh by Nigel Puerasch The first man you love stays with you always. |
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Kells by Jay Lygon Sometimes it takes dying to make you realise just how good you are at what you do. |
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True Colours
by Ash Penn
It all depends what colour you wear, doesn't it? |
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Travelers and Homebodies
by Anel Viz
Together and apart, two men share their life and their love in these vignettes |
 | Waiting for the Sun
by Alyx Shaw
Holy moly! Hermaphrodite sun worshipers. And freaky blue eyes. You've been warned. |
Our Regency romance continues (Parts one and two can be found in the Archives
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Enjoy!
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Regency Relations 3
by Damerel
"Let me help you," the Duke offered, and bending his head, concentrated on unfastening the fob at
Iphicles' waist. The Earl stood watching the dark head bent before
him, breathing in a strangely heady scent as he did so. By the time
the Duke looked up, with the offending object safely in his hand,
Iphicles' colour was high and his breathing had quickened.
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Regency Relations 4
by Damerel
Iphicles
stripped off somewhat jerkily and got into bed, blowing out the
candle. He lay in the dark, every sense strained for a sound that
would tell him of the Duke’s approach. Eventually, he fell asleep.
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His
hands were kind. Big hands, callused, warm, with strong spatulate
fingers and bitten down fingernails. Hands which could wring
pleasure from my body, pleasure I hadn’t known was possible.
Josh
by Nigel Puerasch
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