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The Prince’s Boy: Volume Two
by Cecilia Tan
$19. 95 paperback 978-1-61390-010-9
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In this conclusion to the gay fantasy saga begun in THE PRINCE’S BOY: Volume One, in Volume Two thwarted lovers Jorin and Kenet must reunite in order to defeat their common enemy, the scheming mage Seroi. Seroi has twisted Kenet’s father’s mind and is set on ruling the country for himself… as well as making Kenet into his magically bonded sex slave. But the bonds of love, not only between Kenet and Jorin, but between other characters as well, may be stronger than the magical chains Seroi would use to enslave them all.

Warning: graphic sex in copious amounts, graphic BDSM, homosexuality.

The ebook edition includes “Sergetten’s Tale,” a bonus short story that did not appear online in the original serialization.

Excerpt! Volume Two begins here…

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96: Jorin

When Seroi pulled free of me at last, I had no fight left in me. That had been his purpose, of course, to break down my resistance. But I never begged for mercy. I never gave him that satisfaction. I never truly broke.

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94: Jorin

From within the glare of the candles, I could barely make out what was going on in the room. Seroi dragged the king in front of Kenet, but what were they doing to him? I could not quite see nor hear, as the stronger Seroi grew, the more like a wall the ring of light and smoke became.

But then I could see the scuffle and feel the power shifting in the room. Now everyone out there was moving. Had reinforcements arrived? Perhaps they could, collectively, defeat the damn snake…?

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92: Jorin

Oh, it was hard to watch Kenet display himself before the mage that way. It was even harder to watch him pretend to lust for the man. But I never doubted him. I never thought for one moment that Kenet might betray me, or us, for his own comfort or pleasure. I never thought for one moment that he was doing anything other than manipulating Seroi.

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90: Jorin

Kan followed me through the passages. We went past the room that Kenet and I had shared in the years we had lived here, but there was no time to pause for nostalgia.

I was making for the tower that Seroi called his own. “If he is holding Bolan’s son and the other boys hostage, I would wager that is where they will be,” I said to Kan.

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88: Jorin

We approached the Rose Gate on horseback, in what felt like the most brazen sneak attack in the history of war. We marched right through the village, me and Kan in the lead, our faces hidden by the hoods of our cloaks, with several men on horse coming behind. Roichal and Marksin were not among them, however. They hung back, dressed as traders.

The people of the village eyed us nervously, but we were not challenged.

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87: Kenet

Bear came with me, and six of the Night Riders, and four of Marksin’s best men. My breath caught as we cleared the trees for the first time and I caught sight of the castle up the mountainside. Maldevar is the name of the castle, and the mountain, and the village which houses those who do not live inside the castle walls. Inside the walls, though, the castle was like a city unto itself, not so large as Port Aris, but quite sizable.

Looking up at the towers and the dark bulk of the buildings molded into the mountainside, I considered it a miracle that I had ever escaped from there.

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85: Kenet

I slept in his arms. Yes, I did. I was a fool to waste even a moment grieving over my petty illusions, wasn’t I? A fool to waste even a moment of precious time we could have spent together. We might all be killed in the coming attack on the castle. And my suffering was nothing when weighed against his. Nothing at all. I should have been the one tied to the post and called a fool.

I would waste not a moment more. I slept in his arms, where I had belonged ever since the first time I had clung to him and refused to let go.

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82: Jorin

The three of us landed in the midst of one of the strangest military councils held in the history of Trest. I am one lucky bastard, though, for had we followed Seroi to his lair as I’d intended, he would surely have easily killed us by non-magical means. When we appeared, Kenet was unconscious–which was a mercy, I suppose, given the agony I had just put him through–I was choked half to death by Roichal, and Roichal himself was in not very fine shape either. All three of us would have been easy victims for anyone with the will to harm us.

We had arrived in a large tent, large enough for the gathering of half a dozen men and soldiers to leap to their feet at our arrival. Thank goodness Kan was among those there. He gleaned immediately what had happened, so no well meaning soldier of Trest killed me to save Roichal or the prince, either.

They did, however, put me in irons and bid me kneel out of the way while they tended to Kenet’s unconscious form.

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81: Kenet

I cannot tell you what it was like. I may as well tell you what it was like to be invaded by a thundercloud. No, actually, I imagine the thundercloud would have been less painful and less terrifying.

When I leapt into the fray I had only thought to save him. My Jorin.

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