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314 pages, ebook
First published October 7, 2014

They broke clear of the smoke for a moment and Elliott saw several wounded, riderless horses running perfectly in formation as if still commanded by men.In the end, a war might have a winner, but everyone loses something.
They had learned the language of each other’s ardor, and yet each time Ilyas found himself marveling at the newness of this—this coupling without restrictions, this open, carnal honesty.
The Devil Lancer: or,
Where The Charge of the Light Brigade meets Supernatural
Elliott had a good feeling about him, despite what Chisholm’s wife might say. Then again, Elliott’s good feelings toward men had gotten him in plenty of hot water in the past.A natural leader, soldiers gathered at his tent to share their meager meals, and the army banter was simultaneously humorous and serious, debating such things as the uselessness of lances and the impracticality of rifles.
“You all right?” Elliott whispered.
Henry cracked an eye. “Taking a nap. Wake me when he commits treason.”
[Elliot] stepped from his tent and discovered that, once again, his horse Whisky had masterminded an escape, using his teeth to untie the knot securing him to the picket, and broke free in the middle of the night.