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Excerpt from OBLIGATION:

Batjori had set and Tudjori was a gibbous glow just clearing the tree-line. The constellation of the Hunter tracked the seven stars of the Tarkenbeast eternally through the night sky, and the Farm Maid sowed her bright seeds in perpetuity. My thoughts returned, as usual, to the stories of heroes, heroes who had explored the universe for the Fulcrum, bringing back wealth, knowledge, and stories to entertain our god. They were daring, dashing, and destined for greatness. Actors who lived and died on a stage that spanned the galaxy. Men and women who did not feed, as Obligated receiving largesse, but ate as equals.

The stars mocked me even as they beckoned. Look, but you won’t ever touch, they teased. No, I agreed regretfully. I will never touch that sky. I lack courage. I lack will. I lack the very stuff of legend and of manhood. My destiny was to be… nothing. And nothing happened to commemorate my pain. Why should it? The sky was indifferent to my sorrow.

“What are you thinking about, standing there in the moonlight?” Cay’s voice, sleepy and relaxed, came to me across the tranquil room and startled me out of my un-tranquil thoughts.

“You have got to be kidding!” I burst into laughter as I turned toward him, my melancholy pushed aside.

“Hmmm?” The shadows shifted on the bed.

“Really, Cay, what do you think I’m thinking about? What could I possibly be thinking about except you? You are my universe. Everything I think about is ultimately about you.”  I stood there, my hands on my hips, in mock challenge.

“Ah?” he inquired cautiously…