QSFer Marie Brown has a new MM fantasy book out:
Sin, or love? Dorian seeks to rid himself of sin, to purify his soul, leaving him free to pursue a socially acceptable life and marriage.
But can he? His only hope is to leave the world of the living and walk the Path of Redemption. He knows he can make it on his own. But Osval, his closest friend, insists on accompanying him. How can he expiate the worst sin of all with Osval by his side?
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The Guardians of the Path occupied a small Church and refectory complex crouched uneasily on the side of the massive, looming Hellmount. The entire volcano was enclosed by a stone wall, securing it, making certain that no unwary wanderer ever trod the Path by accident. Dorian couldn’t stop himself from sticking tight to Osval’s side as they approached the very gates of Perdition.
“I didn’t think it would smoke all over like that,” Osval said, pace slowing.
“It looks ready to swallow the world.”
The two men lagged behind, not even noticing Rothanna’s resolute march directly into the Church. The volcano loomed over them, threatening imminent destruction.
“What if it erupts?”
Dorian chuckled weakly. “Then we’ll know the Creator has deemed everyone for miles around worthy of ascension to Veritas.”
“Maybe.” Osval’s feet stopped moving, and he reached out and touched Dorian’s arm. “Dori. Are we really going to do this? Are we truly going to walk the slopes of a volcano? They erupt, you know.”
“I am. I don’t know about you, but I need this, terror and all. I want to get rid of the sin inside me, before it corrupts my life through, past all hope of redemption. I need to be normal.”
Osval looked away from the looming menace, straight into Dorian’s soul. “Dori, whatever happens in there, remember the good times we’ve had, okay? I’ve never seen you as a sinner, or anything other than a normal person, and my closest friend. Never forget that.”
“Nothing will make me forget your friendship, Osval,” Dorian said, fighting to keep his response in check.
He only partially succeeded, for no power in him could keep his hand from reaching out to touch Osval.
“Or the way you refuse to give up on me, no matter how I try to push you away for the sake of my soul.”
“Your soul. . .” Osval broke off what he’d been about to say, and gave himself a shake. “Right. For the health of our souls, then. Let’s do this.”
Together, they moved the last few steps of the path, each entering the Church because the other did.
“Marie Brown has lived in many locations across the United
States, but spends most of her time exploring the realms of imagination.
Currently located in Colorado, her brief moments of free time are spent in
front of her computer, frequently covered in cats.”
Yeah, okay, that’s all true. But I’m tired of hiding behind a bland,
third-person pseudo-bio, utterly lacking in personality.
Hi! I’m Marie Brown, and I write a lot. I self-publish through Smashwords
and Amazon because I got tired of getting “well-written, but not our
thing” rejection letters. Because, you see, most of my fiction tends to
include characters that are either bi or just plain homosexual, and
despite increasing acceptance of human sexuality and its many variations
across the world, heroes and heroines are still supposed to be straight.
Well, mine aren’t. So if you’re brave, and you don’t mind that the main
character of a story either isn’t interested in sex at all, or is quite
likely to hop in bed with someone of the same gender, then give my
writings a chance. Come explore my fantasy worlds, or my science fiction
worlds, or even spend some time with an occasional random love story set
And by the way, just this once, I wrote this entire blurb without a cat on