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40 pages, ebook
First published November 27, 2018




There is a miracle in every curse as there is beauty in what is broken.
I could not appear and disappear at will like my father. He had told me the power would come once I received my fifth tail. It took a hundred years for a kitsune to grow a new tail. It would take half a millenium for five tails, so, till then, I ran like the wind.

I gained a tail that day, faster than any kitsune before me, but lost everything else that was important to me.
“What a coincidence. I am thirteen as well,” I lied.
“Soon we will be men,” he said, his face shining.
“Men. Sure.”
“When I am a man I will have arms as thick as branches, as any swordsmith should.”
Adorable. In a thousand years I will be a god, but I didn’t say that out loud.
“I missed you too,” I sobbed for the last time in my life.
Kokaji was gentle when he lifted me in his powerful arms and took me to his bed. My pulse galloped in my veins when he undressed me.
“Godly,” he said staring down at me. “So beautiful. Always beautiful.” I opened my arms, accepting him.

There are many kinds of love. There is the love one feels for his sire for breathing life into his bones. There is the love for brothers, and there is the love for friends. And then is the love that brings the heaviest of heartaches.

