Status Updates From Chasing the Dragon

What... I can't even... I picked up this book, and... it surprise-jumped me, backhanded me, yelling while I spun and smacked into the wall, the ground, "Feelings! Tears! Stomach lurches! Heart pounds! Imma gonna Fuck you up and down and then sooth you gentle and warm!" Shit, i don't even know where to start.... Now THIS is the Sherwood of Dark Horse awesome.

Ummm, where are the fireworks?

This is better now. But I still don't understand why they fall for each other.

This is ridiculous.

I'm feeling a little stupid reading this.

Quitting heroin...



Seriously?

I like the two-men-in-a-cabin-for-a-while plot.

“Hunter smiled at him and leaned in for a gentle kiss. “Together,” he agreed, and they both watched, satisfied, as their fingers twined and danced together.” Loved

“No,” Christian said. “I don’t want… it takes me away. I don’t want to go away. I want to stay with you.” Hunter tried to control his voice, but he wasn’t completely successful. “Even if it hurts?” he asked. Christian nodded slowly, as if rediscovering the use of his neck muscles. “I’m not scared this time.”

“His love for Christian had never needed to be returned. It just was. The sun rose in the east, gravity kept things from falling into space, and Hunter loved Christian. For three years of anger and loneliness and despair, Hunter had loved Christian; it wasn’t going to just go away now that they were back together.”

“Hunter had loved the boy, but the man? The man was something else entirely, something even more fascinating and seductive. And therefore dangerous. Not to Hunter’s body, but to his heart, maybe even his sanity.”

“Christian stumbled backward, surprised and dazed, and Hunter followed, his lips demanding an answer to a question he hadn’t yet asked. Christian knew the answer, and he kissed it back with intensity to match Hunter’s. Yes, he kissed. Of course, yes. Then, and now, and always.”

“Most of all, though, the solidity of him. The knowledge that if Christian pushed, he’d meet something gentle but unyielding, soft but strong. If he fell, Hunter would catch him, and if he ran, Hunter would keep up.”

“He wins. I’m out.”

"Falling in love? No. Christian shook his head. Hunter hadn’t fallen in love, he’d just gotten confused, and he’d tried to drag Christian into his mess then, just like he’d dragged Christian into his mess now. Christian needed to keep the hell away from him, for both of their sakes."

“You remember what I told you? How if I was drowning and there was a boat above and heroin below, I’d dive for the heroin? You’re in the boat, Hunter. You’re the captain of the fucking boat (...) and you see me and you think you can just pull me on board. But you can’t.” His next words were barely audible. “But I can pull you into the water with me. And I don’t want to do that.”

“I don’t need water,” he said. “I don’t need anything. Everything’s perfect.” And he meant it.”

“Hunter didn’t want Christian to be nervous. So the first kiss was gentle, a quick exploration. Stubble and strength instead of smooth tenderness, but otherwise a kiss was a kiss. Hunter pulled away far enough to see Christian’s face.”

“Right or wrong, it had been incredible, and Hunter really wasn’t sure he would be able to resist if Christian suggested it again.”

“Chasing the dragon. Because of the smoke, I guess, but also because the first time you smoke it….” He shook his head in fond reminiscence. “It’s the best feeling you’ve ever had. Better than anything.”

“Okay, but you’ve been alive. What do you need for just, like, day-to-day stuff when you’re leading a normal life?” “I don’t remember.”

"Chasing after the dragon that you got to ride that one time." Interesting...