The CHOSEN series: Wulf, Alitus, Jawk #SciFi #MMRomance #WriteLGBTQ

Kayelle Allen 04/26/2023 Immortal Empires 8 Comments

Here's a quick peek at each book.

Wulf

Lust. Power. Forgiveness. Can a romance live forever?

To survive, superstar Wulf Gabriel must depend on the one man he swore he would never trust again - the most powerful and feared man in the empire - the Harbinger. Saving Wulf is simple; gaining his trust will take reaching into the Harbinger's own dark past and facing a truth he's avoided since the night Wulf's father died. Because of him.

Alitus

Passion. Addiction. Loyalty. Can true love bare its heart forever?

Alitus Vivaldi is a Better, an enhanced human bred for intelligence, discipline, and responsiveness. His combined talents in bed and politics take him from the Conqueror's favorite pleasure slave to her personal assistant. To help the Conqueror accomplish her secret agenda, he willingly forsakes his identity and pride, but when he must prove he's overcome his greatest fear, what will the noble Alitus do to survive?

Jawk

Pleasure. Trust. Possession. Is a betrayal of the heart forever?

Jawk Brighton works at Batchelors, a gay restaurant/club in the Top Tier district of Tarth City, where he meets the immortal Luc Saint-Cyr. Luc offers Jawk a deal too good to pass up, one night showing him and his Chosen, Wulf Gabriel, a good time in exchange for far more than his usual pay. But one night with the sensual Jawk will change the relationship between the immortal and his Chosen -- forever.

An Immortal's Guide to Tarth

A must have for fans of the Tarthian Empire series. This handy guide will inform, entertain, and provide peeks behind the curtain. Includes a who's who among the immortals.

The Chosen

In the secret society of the Chosen, being gay or straight is no different from being brown-eyed or blue-eyed. No one notices. But disloyalty? That's an offense punishable by death. No trial needed. In this trilogy, everyone's loyalty is questioned. How can you tell which follower is loyal to which leader? When you factor in leaders who have dual allegiances, knowing who to trust takes on a whole new level of danger -- especially for those who live forever...

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#Excerpt A Broken Heart – He refused to allow himself hope #SciFi #MFRWhooks

Kayelle Allen 03/08/2023 MM Romance 4 Comments

This is the opening scene from A Broken Heart, showing how Khyff, the elder of two Antonello brothers, found out his brother had not—as Khyff had been told—been killed at birth. If his brother was alive, that had to mean their mother had saved him... but she'd never come back for Khyff.

Excerpt A Broken Heart

Kelthia, Miraj City, Central City District
House of Leather & Lace
Sofftem 13, 4662 Tradestandard

With his last client satisfied, nothing stood between Khyff Antonello and eight full hours of free time. As usual, Khyff's master hadn't allowed him to eat until he'd met his quota. First up: shower, clean clothes, food. Not necessarily in that order. He kept a few stale crackers hidden in his room for emergencies.

"Hey, wait up."

An arm's length from the door, Khyff halted, but didn't turn around. "Yes?"

"So you're an Antonello, huh?" This client was one of the less odious. He didn't grab or cling, he was clean, and he gave generous tips. Still, the guy was paying for sex and Khyff had no choice. Being a pleasure slave meant you serviced the clients assigned, or you suffered the consequences. In Khyff's case, refusing meant returning to prison.

He would never go back there, no matter what they made him do here.

"Yeah. It's Antonello." Khyff turned back and crossed his arms. "So?"

"I never noticed before. It's right here on my receipt." The guy picked up his mobile and poked at the screen. "I mean, I've been here what... five times now? Whoa! Says here it's seven. Huh. I should have a free visit after three more."

Khyff choked back a retort. His master was giving away free visits with him? It would take hundreds of client visits to earn enough in his Freedom Savings Account so Khyff could buy himself. If his master was giving him away, it would take forever.

He jerked open the door.

"You don't look like the other one."

One step into the hall, Khyff's heart stuttered. He made a slow pivot. "What?"

"The other Antonello I know."

The world went silent. Khyff went back inside, shut the door, and leaned against it. "So I'm sure I heard right... You know another Antonello."

"Yeah. I saw the name and figured you had to be related. Antonello's not common. Not on Kelthia."

Like the client, over three quarters of the world's population was black-skinned, dark-haired, and dark-eyed. Khyff had fair skin, blond hair, and blue eyes.

Could this be a link to his mother? Did this guy know her? Khyff crushed the hope that rose within him. It had been how many years? No, he would not allow himself to hope. When you hoped, people could hurt you more. But he had to know.

"Is it a woman?" Khyff gestured toward the client. "This other Antonello."

"Guy. Fifteen, sixteen, maybe? Has a baby face. Hard to tell." The guy pulled at his own graying hair. "His is curly. Dark. But now that I think about it, he's a HalfKin. He wouldn't be related to you."

HalfKin. Half-human, half-feline humanoid Kin.

All the air left the room. Khyff fought to drag in a breath. "What's his first name?"

"Seth, I think. No, Senth. Yeah, that's it. Senth Antonello."

Light grayed around the edges.

The guy took a step forward, concern on his face. "Hey, Khyff, you okay? You look pale."

Hearing the name Senth Antonello catapulted Khyff into the past. To the point in his life when his world had unraveled, torn itself apart, and dumped him into hell. He hit the floor with a smack that stung his hands and knees and crumpled into a ball. His stomach roiled, and he clamped his jaws, forcing back nausea with sheer force of will.

"Man, Khyff! I'll get you some water." The client crossed the room to the sink. A sound of splashing followed, and he returned with a glass. "Sit up and lean on me. Here you go. Sip this."

Khyff shook so badly he could not fight off the man's touch. He let no one touch him. Not if he could prevent it. He could not bring the glass to his lips.

"Easy. Let me help you." The client took the glass and held it for him. "There. Take a sip. Okay. One more. There. That's better." He twisted around and squinted into Khyff's eyes. "Geez, I'm sorry. I had no idea. Who is this guy? Are you related?"

How many HalfKin could there be with a name like Senth Antonello? Khyff pushed himself away from the man. Never show weakness, the other brothel slaves had warned him. None of these guys are your friends. It's not personal, just business. Give what you gotta give and get out.

Still... Seven times this guy had been here, and Khyff had no idea what his name was. Never asked. Never wanted to know. It wasn't like they were dating. The guy paid for his time. Amazing he came back. But he had been kind. Had to give him that.

Khyff pasted on a smile. "Look, do you know this other Antonello?"

"Oh, sure. He's a thief." The guy grinned. "I work at the Thieves' Guild, and he's a member. Kinda famous, actually. Everybody knows him. Belongs to the Man."

"What man?"

"The Man. You know. The Harbinger."

"Never heard of him."

"You must be new on Kelthia. Don't worry about it. You'll learn. Everybody knows the Man."

Khyff gave the guy another smile. "Think you could set up a meet? I'd like to make sure it's who I think it is." He controlled his stomach by swallowing, hard. Made himself say the words. "I'd make it worth your while."

"Consider it done."

Supposedly, Senth had been killed at birth. He was the reason Khyff's mother had been missing for over a decade, and why Khyff was a slave.

So why wasn't his brother dead? And where, exactly, was their mother?

If this was an imposter, Khyff wanted answers. If Senth was alive, Khyff would make sure, once and for all, that his little brother released what the Kin had tried to steal from him at birth.

His final, gasping breath.

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#Excerpt A Stolen Heart – We are DONE. D. O. N. E. #SciFi #PietasFans #MFRWhooks

Kayelle Allen 03/01/2023 MM Romance 12 Comments

In this scene from A Stolen Heart, Luc Saint-Cyr is dealing with his immortal ex. Those who have read about Pietas in other stories already know he's brilliant, gorgeous, and confident to the max. He's also half a smidgen from being a full-blown narcissist.

He adores Luc, who broke up with him thousands of years ago, and Pietas continually holds out hope for a return. Luc has retreated to a dressing room to calm down after an incident in which Pietas completely misread Luc's intentions, with disastrous results. Note: Pietas is severely claustrophobic, and he always calls Luc by "Cyken," his immortal name.

Excerpt A Stolen Heart

How long Luc stood there, clutching the mangled tie, he did not know. He forced in deep breaths, held them and released, over and over, until self-loathing inundated his shame. He'd put Pietas through more than a year of hell. Luc might not have locked him into the coffin-like pod that imprisoned him, but his betrayal forged every bolt that trapped his king inside. It was his fault Pietas could barely force himself to open a closet or shut a door.

"Over the man but duty-bound to serve the king." Luc stomped over to the recycler, opened the lid, and flung the tie into it. He dragged a hand through his hair. "I hate my life."

He had Nikko to think about. He must go out. Celebrate the graduation. He must do this. From a drawer, he withdrew another tie and fastened it.

A timid knock sounded.

He stood there a moment, took one step toward the door, but halted. What if it was the child?

"Cyken?" Pietas called out.

Luc shook his head. Oh to be able to portal out of there.

"I know you're in there. I can hear you breathing. I upset you. Let me in."

Why? To take another shot at infuriating him? "Go away."

"Let me talk to you."

"Go away."

"But, if you would just--"

"No!" Luc brought up a fist, but forced himself to set it--gently--against the door. "Go. Away."

"Cyken. Talk to me."

He yanked open the door.

Pietas jerked back.

"Go away. We are done." Refusing to take so much as one step closer, Luc stabbed a finger at the ground. "Get that through your head. We are over. D-O-N-E. Done. Finished. Go. Away."

After clearing his throat, Pietas folded his hands before him, hesitant in his movements. "I crossed a line." From the man's expression, he sought confirmation.

"You didn't even know, did you?" Luc threw up one hand. "I swear, you have the sensitivity of lava. You push your way forward and shove aside anything that gets in your path. Well I'm not budging."

"Technically, lava burns through things, so--"

Seething, Luc slammed the door, shoved his back against it and clenched both fists. He sucked in a shallow breath. "Serve the mission," he murmured. "Serve the mission."

"Cyken." Less timid knock this time. "That lava comment was stupid. I shouldn't have said that."

"You think!" No. Never engage an enemy on his terms. You didn't fight a word battle with a pedantic narcissistic.

"Can you hear me?" Another knock. A pause. "Cyken? Are you still in there?"

Silence. Never give an enemy what he expects.

Pietas heaved an overly dramatic sigh. "Stupid question. There's no other door in there." Quiet. "Wait. Is there?"

The sound of footsteps came to Luc. There was another door, but it led to the bathroom which then led back to the bedroom. No escape there.

More silence. Footsteps back.

Would the man never give up? Luc jammed his fingers against his brow.

Another knock. "Cyken, come out. Please? Talk to me. I'm sorry."

With a resigned sigh, he tilted back his head. This man was persistence personified. Luc opened the door. Stood there. Said nothing.

"Thank you for opening the door."

He made no response.

"You were right." Pietas bit his lower lip, studying the carpet. "I was insensitive. I know what I did was stupid, because it hurt you, and I didn't mean to do that. I thought you were teasing." He peeked back up. "You know, the way we used to when we were lovers, and you'd say no, and I'd—" He broke off, started a new sentence, then another, but completed neither of them.

Luc made no attempt to rescue him.

"I'm sorry," the man said finally. "I was a fool."

"Don't expect me to contradict you."

After showing surprise, Pietas twitched one shoulder. "I suppose I deserved that."

Crossing his arms, Luc remained silent.

"I wasn't trying to force myself on you. Please believe that." A look of such pain crossed his king's face that Luc softened toward him. "Cyken, I would never do that. I wouldn't violate your agency. I wouldn't do that to anyone, even my worst enemy. Certainly not to someone I love."

Luc unfolded his arms. "I believe you."

Pietas looked at him, hopeful.

"But you went too far. When someone says stop, you stop. You don't keep pushing!"

"I was stupid." He held up both hands. "I've missed you so much. I saw what I wanted to see, not what was real. I'm sorry."

Luc gave a single nod.

Pietas took another step back. "Come out of there."

"No."

"All right." Pietas studied the room as if searching for written words. "Then... Can I— May I— Will you let me come in?"

"You want to come inside a small room like this?"

Pietas peered around Luc, gave a fine shudder. "No," he admitted, "but I want to be where you are."

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Excerpt: Door slam, halfway to good-riddance and don’t-come-back #SciFi #WriteLGBTQ #MFRWhooks

Kayelle Allen 02/22/2023 MM Romance 6 Comments

A Divided Heart

In a school filled with hackers and thieves, how do you trust your heart?

The Thieves' Guild Academy teaches three things. Honor above profit. Skill above chance. Family above all. So when the Academy decides to turn away an alien child who's too unruly to train, Professor Brinn Halin intercedes. Despite the warnings of his handsome ex, the Headmaster, he fosters the precocious four-year-old girl.

Academy Headmaster Kam Zavala oversees a school full of trainee thieves and hackers, and he's used to their tricks. This latest student, a headstrong but brilliant little girl, has gone beyond a simple hack. Her work threatens to implode the ancient Academy itself. As a disaster of epic proportions unfurls, Kam must take action.

But when the child's breach uncovers a deeper, more insidious hack, the two master thieves must work together. They have a second chance to save the child, the Academy, and restore their newfound love. The question is, will they trust their well-honed instincts, or follow their long-divided hearts...

An MM second chance sci-fi romance set in the Thieves' Guild Academy

In this scene, Kam had gone to Brinn's household to inform him of a meeting Brinn had missed, but he was also checking up on the little girl Brinn is fostering. Each man has feelings for the other, but neither will bend enough to be honest about his feelings. I'll let this excerpt speak for itself.

Brinn glared. "Is this an official inspection?"

"The Academy does require a check-in, and since I wanted to tell you about the board meeting, I said I'd handle it."

"As you can see, we have things under control." Brinn jammed his arms across his chest.

The tension in Brinn's posture had eased when he'd been interacting with Dresden about the mowt, but now it returned, full force.

"She seems really sweet." Kam adjusted his collar. "I'm glad for her. And for you."

"Why would you be glad for me?"

"Because you need to get back to work. I think helping this little girl might do it for you."

"Just what do you mean by that?"

Why was he so touchy about everything? And what had Kam said now?

"Look," Brinn headed for the door, and Kam followed. "Thanks for telling me about the meeting. Don't worry. We'll take care of your mowt. Send a text when you're back and we'll bring him to you." Brinn opened the door.

"Thanks." He stuck out his hand, and Brinn shook it. "See you in a couple days."

Kam hadn't even gotten off the front steps before the door slammed. Okay, maybe not a full slam, but more than a quiet close. The kind of close when unwanted company finally left. Halfway between good-riddance and don't-come-back.

Could Brinn not let down his guard for one minute? No matter how many times or how many ways Kam found to be in the man's circle, Brinn remained indifferent.

Shutting Kam out. Kam was probably reading more into Brinn's actions than he needed to.

But, knowing Brinn, maybe not.

***

Brinn caught the door before it slammed. He might be irritated, but he didn't want Kam picking up on it. Still, it closed hard.

What was he worrying about? Kam was clueless anyway.

Or maybe he wasn't. With that constant stony-faced expression of his, who could tell? Maybe there was more going on beneath the surface.

Why should he even think about the man? It wasn't like they had anything going on. They'd had a few nights together after completing a huge project. That was it. They'd each been too wrapped up in other projects to continue the relationship. Hadn't they?

So why did his heart race every time he and Kam were in the same room? It wasn't like Kam had any interest. The man found every tiny reason to be in Brinn's business. Questioning his motives. Asking him questions. Finding fault with his answers.

Like coming all the way out here to tell him about a meeting. Come on. No, Kam was checking up on him. Of all the nerve.

Okay, maybe Brinn was reading more into it than it was worth.

But, knowing Kam, maybe not.

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It’s lick-the-plate good Excerpt from Surrender Love #MMRomance #WeWriWa #SundaySnippet

Kayelle Allen 02/12/2023 Immortal Empires 4 Comments

This scene is Luc and Izzorah's first dinner together in Luc's penthouse, and there is more on the menu than just food...

Excerpt

After dinner, Luc and Izzorah enjoyed a light wine while they tore into massive slices of cheesecake topped with a thick sauce of fresh cherries in brandy.

"Oh, stars, that was good." Izzorah put down his fork. "If my father hadn't raised me to be polite, I swear I'd lick my plate. That was the best dessert ever." He leaned back in his chair. "I probably ate way too much, but I was hungry."

"Same here. No worry. I'm sure we'll work it off." Luc's plate still held crumbles of crust from the cheesecake, along with a smear of cherries. "You know, since you and I are alone..." On impulse, he lifted the dessert plate and while holding Izzorah's gaze, gave it a long, slow lick.

Izzorah giggled, biting his lip. He picked up his plate as well and gave it a quick pass with the tip of his tongue.

Luc stroked his tongue across the plate, taking his time, letting his gaze tell Izzorah how delicious it tasted—and felt.

Color rose in Izzorah's cheeks. His lashes lowered. He performed a far more thorough lick. He gave Luc a sultry smile and then gave an even longer, slower lick along the edge of the plate. The soft wet barbs on his tongue glistened in the light.

Stifling an oath, Luc struggled for composure. His lightheadedness had nothing to do with the surfeit of sugar.

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Steamy Romance for the New Year #BookFair #SciFi #MMRomance #Romance #WriteLGBTQ

Kayelle Allen 01/21/2023 Immortal Empires

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#BookFair #SciFi The Spice of Life: LGBTIQA+ Fantasy/ Paranormal/Space Opera Stories #Romance #WriteLGBTQ

Kayelle Allen 12/11/2022 Immortal Empires

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For writers: How do you write an angry character? #AmWriting #SciFi #PietasFans

Kayelle Allen 11/27/2022 MM Romance

Anyone could show anger when they are wronged. If someone steals from you, or cheats you, you’ll be furious, and rightfully so. But what if a character’s nature is to exhibit more anger than usual? This is often true of a villain, but anger can be a problem for heroes and heroines as well.

Writing an angry character

Anger often comes from environment. Hunger, abuse, neglect, poverty, unjust treatment, lack of freedom — all these can lead to anger. If you’re writing an angry character, here are some things to consider for their back-story.

The Passively Angry character

While most of the time, we know quite well when we’re angry, that is not always the case. An angry character might not express anger out of fear of reprisal, or to keep from hurting someone. But they might lash out in passive ways. Here are several.

Apathy
Sarcasm
Meanness
Alienating family
Alienating friends
Self-defeating behaviors
Being awkward or rude in social situations
Failing to perform in a professional situation

Often, people experiencing passive anger do not realize it (at least at first). Others might think the character is intentionally sabotaging himself. He may not able to explain his actions. He is “out of sorts” and grumpy.

In one of my earlier books, Pietas fits this bill perfectly, and he knows it. Here’s a quote by Pietas from the book Alitus. “What was that word you used last time? Oh yes, ‘fractious.’ What an entertaining word. ‘Likely to be troublesome.’ That was my favorite definition. It fits me, don’t you think? ‘Pietas tends to be fractious.’ A true statement. So, sister, you know I become ‘fractious’ when I’m annoyed. And you have annoyed me greatly today.”

The Aggressively Angry character

When a character expresses anger aggressively, he is fully aware of what he’s feeling. There’s no wavering. That doesn’t mean they know the root cause of their fury. If an angry character isn’t aware of why he’s so angry, he might display the following:

Attacking a scapegoat to deflect anger
Shifting violence toward others
Retaliatory actions, hitting back
Physical damage to persons or property
Physical damage to himself

An aggressively angry character has not learned how to recognize his triggers. He does not manage the symptoms of anger. What are those? That’s next.

Physical Symptoms of an Angry character

If you have an angry character who has dealt with anger long-term, there are physical effects. While more than anger can cause the following symptoms, they are an indicator that something is wrong on a deeper level, beyond the physical.

Anxiety
Feeling of dread
Lethargy
Muscle tension
Headaches
Muscle pain
Memory impairment
Loss of concentration
Routine tasks become difficult
Rapid breathing
Nausea
Sleep deprivation

To show your angry character struggling with life, add some of these symptoms in what may seem an unrelated area. Readers will pick up on these clues. This is one way to show, not tell. That being said, it’s not wrong to name the emotion, because your character may recognize it, or recognize what he thinks he’s feeling.

However, he might not realize that the emotion he’s feeling comes from a deep-seated anger. And if he does, he might think it’s with someone other than the true person who’s angered him. The emotion might be clear and distinct, but its root is not.

Excerpt: Angry Character

In this scene from Bringer of Chaos: Forged in Fire, the immortal Pietas is about to face his father. Though hardly a child (Pietas is 1900+ years old), that same feeling he’d experienced since youth dogs his steps. Pietas has ducked under a small waterfall to clean up before joining others. His human friend, Six, joins him.

Six waded into the pond, stuck a hand under the falls, screwed up his face, and stepped beneath the water. He sprang back out and danced around, shivering and swearing.

Pietas bit his lower lip to keep from laughing out loud. “That might have been the shortest shower in the history of mankind.”

“That’s freezing! How can you stand there with liquid ice pouring over you?”

“Discipline.”

“Yeah?” Six sloshed through the pool. “I figured out something. You Ultras are supposed to be genetically enhanced. You ask me, they packed more strength genes into you by yanking out the genes for hot, cold, and sleep.” He pulled off his shirt and wrung it out. Even in the lessening light, the teal dragon tattoo across his back showed. He put the shirt back on, muttering about ice water the entire time.

Pietas stayed under the numbing flow, wishing it had the power to numb his dread. He faced every fear, ignored every pain, refused to permit regret any place in his life. But dread? Dread dogged his steps. No matter how hard he fought, dread seeped into his life, insinuated itself under his skin, and muddied his decisions.

Dread soiled him.

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What an irresistible offer of help #SciFi #MMRomance #MFRWhooks

Kayelle Allen 11/16/2022 Fallen Empires 6 Comments

Aware Luc will be gone part of the day, Izzorah asks if there is any way he can help.

Excerpt Surrender Love

"Help?" A slow smile crossed Luc's face. "I may need a long, hot, sudsy shower and then help getting dry afterward."

Izzorah's throat tightened. A tender ache had him squirming in his seat. He offered a not-so-innocent smile. "We had that kind of shower before breakfast."

"Yes, we did." The man trailed a fingertip farther up Izzorah's arm, causing him to flush with heat. "But between now and then, I intend to work up a sweat. I'm going to need another one."

Izzorah squirmed again, spreading his legs farther apart.

"And then I'll need help to dress. Tuxedo affair. I'll teach you how to fasten everything. It's complicated. We may have to take everything off and put it back on a few times so you can practice."

They rose together and leaned across the table. Izzorah gripped Luc's robe to pull him close, deepening their kiss. The table dug into his thighs.

McDoth's return with milk and coffee broke them apart.

Izzorah felt his cheeks flame.

Luc reseated himself, a self-satisfied smile on his gorgeous face.

Biting into his lower lip, Izzorah resisted the urge to cast breakfast aside and feast on Luc instead.

The android poured more coffee and left.

The size of Luc's dark hands as they wrapped the white mug brought back memories of the night before. Those hands had held him, turned him, lifted him. Loved him. Izzorah had given himself over in complete trust. He'd rested in Luc's strong arms. Those loving hands had bathed him, soaped his chest and shampooed his hair. Those same hands had dried his skin and hair, lifting strands with patient fingers as he blew it dry.

Izzorah swallowed, his throat tight.

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“Just part of the circus that is my life” #MMRomance #SciFi #MFRWhooks

Kayelle Allen 10/12/2022 Immortal Empires 10 Comments

In this scene, due to an injury Izzorah suffered previously, he is taking pain medication. It makes him a little high. He and Luc have ventured outside towards a long black hoversine, and a thousand of Izzorah's fans are waiting. When he and Luc appear, a cheer goes up.

Excerpt

Izzorah hung back and Luc waited beside him. "They're all friends, Izzorah. This is a party. Wave." Luc raised his hand and Izzorah lifted his.

The cheer was deafening.

Izzorah smiled, but his chest rose and fell rapidly, his lips a faint blue.

"Relax, Izzorah. Focus on me. Deep breath in. Let it all out."

Izzorah sucked in a gulp of air, blew it out.

"Good. Now, do it again. In... out. You're doing well. Wave again."

Izzorah did so. "Wow." He rubbed his eyes. "This pain pill is making me see things. The sky is full of colors."

"You're not hallucinating. Those are balloons. Someone's handing them out."

"Someone's handing out balloons?" Izzorah sounded incredulous. "Are you sure? That's crazy."

"Don't let it rattle you. It's part of the circus that is my life, although, thankfully, there aren't usually balloons."

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