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318 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 3, 2012
He noticed that Luke was watching him. The young man's expression had returned to its default neutral state. He blinked slowly, his green eyes measuring something in Villam. It was a boyish face with a mature expression, built of handsomely curved cheekbones and a rounded jaw line, accented by eyebrows that moved in a firm line to a sharp turn downwards. It was the only face he would see for the rest of his life. (...)
Villam scratched at his chin, blinking. "You're not going to tell me that no one ever gets physically intimate on Siglidunn."
"To have children! Anything else is just frivolous -- wasteful." The last word was spoken like a curse.
"Luke," Villam said patiently, "it's only the two of us. There will be no children."
Luke examined the moons, then knit his brows and glanced at Villam. He was bleached by the silvery light, his eyes left deeply green in contrast. Villam reached out with one hand to clasp him between neck and shoulder. Smiling, he stepped in closer and ran his other hand down Luke's warm, soft, lightly stubbled cheek. The moon prodded him not to linger, and he didn't, dipping in to touch his mouth to Luke's. Less pure urges than love of the cosmos made him grip Luke's narrow waist, tug him close, and press apart his lips with his own.
"The fire you kindle for your enemy often burns yourself more than him"
Chinese proverb

