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* Blacksilver and Copper: A Love Story by [[Joan Enright]]  (32)

* Blacksilver and Copper: A Love Story by [[Joan Enright]]  (32)

* art by Baravan (39)

* art by Baravan (39)

* [[The Chameleon's Dish]] by Kitty Fisher  ("'Eight years, and you’ve changed, sweetheart.' He watched the seated man, his mind cataloguing grey streaks in the ragged hair, a clipped beard flashed with

* [[The Chameleon's Dish]] by Kitty Fisher  ("'Eight years, and you’ve changed, sweetheart.' He watched the seated man, his mind cataloguing grey streaks in the ragged hair, a clipped beard flashed with white and gaunt shadows touching the sweater and jeans clad body. He looked enervated, afar cry from the Doyle of old who couldn’t even sit still without sparking energy... The drink suddenly too much, he remembered why he was here and pushing it away, walked silently over to the small table. He waited patiently. With closed eyes and lax muscles, Doyle looked almost asleep. 'Macklin would have had your guts for garters.' Doyle’s body tensed, eyes opening in a face suddenly drained of colour, skin stretched taut over bone. The reaction warmed Bodie’s heart. "Aren’t you even going to say hello?" Swallowing a painful desire to swear volubly Doyle found his voice. "Hello, Bodie." "Hello, Ray." Blue eyes met green and for a second, the eight years didn’t exist, and they looked at each other without pain and loneliness separating them. But it was only for a second... ...'Bodie?'") (40)

white and gaunt shadows touching the sweater and jeans clad body. He looked enervated, afar cry from the Doyle of old who couldn’t even sit still without sparking energy... The drink suddenly too much, he remembered why he was here and pushing it away, walked silently over to the small table. He waited patiently. With closed eyes and lax muscles, Doyle looked almost asleep. 'Macklin would have had your guts for garters.' Doyle’s body tensed, eyes opening in a face suddenly drained of colour, skin stretched taut over bone. The reaction warmed Bodie’s heart. "Aren’t you even going to say hello?" Swallowing a painful desire to swear volubly Doyle found his voice. "Hello, Bodie." "Hello, Ray." Blue eyes met green and for a second, the eight years didn’t exist, and they looked at each other without pain and loneliness separating them. But it was only for a second... ...'Bodie?'") (40)

* [[Bodie's Letter]] by [[Ellis Ward]]  ("He took his mug into the lounge, eyeing the lock-box with the first twinges of uneasiness... Was it something that Cowley had not wanted him to see until he had died... Inside lay a large envelope. Across the outside, written in Cowley’s hand in bold letters, was a single name: Bodie. Doyle closed his eyes. Ten years. Images, long repressed but never eradicated, washed over him. Partners, friends, bedmates. They had been everything to each other ten years ago--nine years and eight months ago, to be exact.") (78)

* [[Bodie's Letter]] by [[Ellis Ward]]  ("He took his mug into the lounge, eyeing the lock-box with the first twinges of uneasiness... Was it something that Cowley had not wanted him to see until he had died... Inside lay a large envelope. Across the outside, written in Cowley’s hand in bold letters, was a single name: Bodie. Doyle closed his eyes. Ten years. Images, long repressed but never eradicated, washed over him. Partners, friends, bedmates. They had been everything to each other ten years ago--nine years and eight months ago, to be exact.") (78)

*    Luring a Lover, poem by Rachel Duncan  (98)

*    Luring a Lover, poem by Rachel Duncan  (98)