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347 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 27, 2022
There are sounds that can define an entire life.
The wail of a child being born.
The crunch of an accident.
The roar of an army.
That sound—the click of the door latching, the snap of the lock sliding into its place—was the sound that would change my destiny.
I laughed. “Humans have so much that the gods don’t. The gods don’t even understand what they miss.”
“And do you have that, what the mortals have, down here in the human world?”
I paused, dropping my face. “No.”
“You’re a god, Apollo. It’s what you were born for.”
“I’m half a god and haven’t ascended yet, so I’m still as mortal as I am divine. And I plan to keep it that way.”
“You can drink and party and sleep around all you want, and it will always leave you feeling empty inside. What you need is a real connection and a real purpose in your life.”
I’d never been a man for risks. I played everything safe.
Apollo made me want to burn the rules to the ground, watch their ashes darken the sky.
And, if I continued hovering about him like a moth drawn to a flame, I feared I might just do that.
He studied me for a moment and then burst into a laugh. “I think you’re right. I’m drunk. Because, I’m actually enjoying your company.”
“Oh, I’ll try not to take that too personally.”
He laughed, his shoulders loosening.
And for a moment, we weren’t a god and a prince. Or men facing down the blade of their futures. Or people who held the fate of tens of thousands in our choices.
We were just Cyn and Apollo.
Two tired but happy young men.
“This is my prophecy,” I whispered.
“What? Being the downfall to human princes by distracting them away from their work?”
I burst into a laugh, turning my head to meet his gaze. I held it for several heartbeats as the color of his irises transformed when he tilted his face out of the sunlight.
“It doesn’t matter how long something lasts. I’d rather have a moment of intense beauty and joy and treasure that than something dull that lasts forever.”
We lay there together until long after the stars had appeared, glittering out destinies, sparkling with whispered wishes.
I didn’t know then that those stars were already gone.
They were only light remaining, a memory of what once was.
Like we one day would be.
"It doesn't matter how long something lasts. I'd rather have a moment of intense beauty and joy and treasure that than something dull that lasts forever."

