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It was stupid good. So good in fact that the bbc filmed a version and put it on dvd when it debuted. I bought that dvd after I saw the show and put it up on the Internet Archive. The audio is not great but the dancing is spectacular. Ever see a pas de deux around an anatomical dissection? You will.
The forest had never felt so dark and daunting, the trees never so hostile. Little light reached through their crowns as the trees leaned ever closer. The rustling of the leaves sounded like whispers. Her harsh breath, the only other sound. No buzzing insects, no singing birds. Even the sound of her footfalls was muffled by the thick carpet of moss covering the soft earth.
And still the trees moved closer, the path through them growing narrower and narrower. Roots slithered into her way, trying to trip her and almost succeeding multiple times.
Sobbing and gasping for air, she pushed on, her heart pounding in her chest. She had no more strength left to run, nor would the trees allow it – but onwards still, quickly, there had to be a way out.
She had travelled these woods all her life and had never once gotten lost. She knew her way amongst the trees – or so she had thought. But this was not the forest she knew anymore.
They shouldn’t have done it.
They should have listened to the old tales their grandparents told. It was too late now, they were all dead. As would she soon be, unless she found a way out.
Panting, she stumbled to a halt. Her lungs were burning for air, her throat was parched. She felt light-headed and shaky. Unthinking, she reached out a trembling hand, grabbed a low-hanging branch for support, eyes closed, concentrating on her breathing.
All grew still. Even the rustling of the trees. For a moment she thought it was finally over. That perhaps the forest had gone back to as it used to be. Then she felt something grip her wrist.
Her eyes flew open. In the gloom it was hard to make out, but it wasn’t her imagination. A vine was snaking around her arm, binding her to the branch she had so carelessly grabbed.
In a panic she tried to break free, but with every yank the vine pulled tighter around her wrist. The trees resumed their unnerving rustling and creaking – it sounded like mocking laughter to her ears. Blood was dripping from where the vine had already cut deep into her skin.
Another yank – and the vine suddenly snapped. Freed, she stumbled back and fell against another tree. A terrified scream tore from her dry throat, before she pushed herself off the tree and ran. Blind with panic she ran, chased by the trees’ laughter.
Oh why hadn’t they listened when they were told not to disturb the ancient creature that slept beneath the forest. Not to cut down the sacred trees – his trees. But hadn’t they thought it all to be nothing but fairy tales and superstition? They should have listened. Now all was lost. Devoured by the forest.
How long had she been running, chased by the trees and the oppressive presence that lurked in the darkness of the shadows? Was it day or was it night? She couldn’t tell in the eternal gloom.
She was so exhausted, but fear drove her on relentlessly. Onwards and onwards she ran, hunted by trees she had once called friends. Onwards and onwards…
Until all of a sudden the trees parted and she stumbled and fell into a clearing, awash in moonlight. Soft moss broke her fall, but when she looked up, her breath caught in terror.
There, between the trees, from within the blackest of shadows, a pair of eyes, as bright as stars, looked back at her. Their colour an eerie phosphorescent yellow, their pupils the shape of a flower.
Slowly, a form detached itself from the darkness and stepped into the silver light. What she saw then filled her as much with awe as with fear.
He seemed to glide across the ground and yet each step echoed through the forest like a bell stroke. His long robe seemed filled with a life of its own, moving at will and contrary to his movements. Flowers and mushrooms bloomed in his wake. His long slender fingers the colour of bark ended in talons. Long hair, a darker shade of green than his robe, cascaded over his shoulders, adorned with acorns and mistletoe. Antlers crowned his head, tall and majestic, gossamer spiderwebs, glittering with dew drops, between the prongs.
The closer he got, the taller he seemed to grow. Quivering she stared up into his terrible, beautiful face, the glowing alien eyes. His lips parted in a smile, revealing rows of sharp teeth. His taloned hand slowly reached for her.
They should have listened – now it was too late.
His pupils blew wide, extinguishing the phosphorescent glow. The last thing she saw, was a constellation of stars in the darkness of his eyes.
Betrayal took everything from him. His love, his home, his name. Years later, Suzu has built himself a new life, found a new home, and people he calls family. But the pain from the past is not so easily overcome, and the memories he tried to forget come crushing down on Suzu when he runs into the one person he never ever wanted to see again.
Jin left behind the boy he loves to build a life for both of them, but five years have passed and he has hardly achieved anything. Worse, his love has vanished without a trace and the monks at the temple they grew up in pretend to have never heard of Kari.
At least Jin has his best friend Niall and a boss who is like a father to him.
When Jin and Niall sneak into a high society party to gather juicy gossip and useful rumours, they learn of a young couple in the employ of the Earl of Tsukikage that has gone missing, but not even their families seem concerned.
To get behind the mystery of their disappearance they need the help of the Earl's lover – Suzu. Grudgingly, and only to prove the Earl's innocence, Suzu agrees. But what they find instead is a conspiracy that puts the whole empire at risk. And in its wake follow old enemies.
Once again Suzu might end up losing everything and everyone he holds dear, until all that is left is revenge.
Moon's Lament (Moon's Lament #1)
What you can expect from Moon's Lament:
found family
queernormative world
m/m romance
gay MC and bi MC
queer side characters
betrayal, death, and revenge
heartache and loss
Edo Japan inspired world
You can get Moon's Lament on Amazon, Smashwords, Waterstones and many other stores.
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