Lander by J. Scott Coatsworth

Author:J. Scott Coatsworth [Coatsworth, J. Scott]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: gay romance
ISBN: 978-1-64080-476-0
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2018-02-13T05:00:00+00:00

XANDER LED his small party down the Orn, keeping a watch out for hoversports. Several times they dropped into the forest to avoid them, but either the enforcers on board didn’t detect them or they were bound for somewhere else more important.

He’d spread his host thin and wide to protect them. It also made foraging easier, as each cell would look after itself. If he were honest with himself, he was also happy to be shed of the responsibility of them all. He was no born leader. He was more of a lone wolf, and being looked to as the answer to everyone’s problems made his scalp itch.

Quince and Kadin had both talked about prophecy, but he was really just bumbling around, hoping he’d do the right thing. Whatever that was.

When they reached the House of the Stars, a landmark he knew would provide them shelter, they circled it several times, looking for any signs that it was occupied.

The sun was close to setting, and he was exhausted from the fight and the long day of flight.

Maybe it was a bad idea to go to such a recognizable place, but he didn’t know much else of this world, and it was where he’d first started having feelings for Jameson. He needed to revisit it, to see what he felt now.

He set down in the courtyard. It was as empty and forlorn as the first time he had come here. Moss grew in the cracks, and a cool wind blew up from the sea.

He peered inside the castle through the doorway. The main hall was empty. “Hello?” His voice echoed through the structure, but there was no reply. “I think we’re safe.”

Alia and the others—Harrol, Rix, and Zenia—followed him inside.

“There are some old orchards out there—”

“Let’s see what we can find for dinner,” Alia said. They nodded, dropped their carry sacks, and followed her outside.

Xander shot her a thankful look. He’d hoped for time alone.

He climbed the stairs to the round room with the balcony, where he’d taken his first flight with Jameson. How much had changed since then.

He stepped outside and put his hands on the railing. It was still warm from the sun, despite the chill wind. He remembered the hug he’d gotten from Jameson when they’d come back to earth.

You taught me how to fly. Jameson’s words drifted back to him.

Down below, in the garden, the other skythane had spread out to look for food. The golden statue of Erro stared up at him, beautiful in the sunlight. Erro, like the name Quince had used for the whole world.

He had found Jameson lying there at the base of the statue, weak from contact with it. Held him in his lap—Jameson had fit so perfectly there.

He looked down at his fingernails. It was all a sham.

Angry now, he turned away and reentered the castle, storming down the stairs.

He would get things ready for his camp mates. That was a good way to work off his angry, nervous energy.

By the time they returned, he had a small camp set up in one corner of the room.

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