About Quod Tam Sitio
Written by A.M. Riley
138 pages / 48000 words
ISBN: 978-1-60370-304-8, 1-60370-304-7
Available file types - html, lit, pdf, prc
George is an Anglican priest who loves music and the church. His life is very fulfilling; now if only he could find someone to share it with. However, options are limited for a gay priest, as he can't exactly go trolling through the clubs.
Fate steps in when the lovely Dominick is drawn to the church by the lovely sounds of the gay men's choir singing. George is their director and he is delighted to find out that the beautiful Dominick has a stunning voice. George immediately falls for the young man, but Dominick has a secret that may destroy them both.
Review
Kiernan Kelly, popular Torquere Press author, writes: George White leads an interesting, meaningful life. A Priest at an Anglican church, he directs and sings with the church's gay choir, counsels youths, and brightens the lives of those around him. Sadly, George is also incredibly lonely, until one night when he runs – literally – into a handsome, dark-haired young man.
Dominick is older than he appears – a lot older. He's a former monk turned vampire, with a demented sire, a mad sister, and a newly-turned vampire charge. He'd run from George at their first meeting, but something keeps pulling him back to the bench across from the church where they'd met. He doesn't run from their second meeting, although he doesn't understand why.
Accepting George's invitation to sing with the choir – albeit on unconsecrated ground – provides the impetus that draws Dominick into George's arms and George into Dominick's heart. Can a man of God and a child of a demon love one another in peace?
A.M. Riley has created a masterful work of rich and vivid characters in Quod Tam Sitio that will carve places for themselves in readers' hearts. George is genuinely giving, freely dispensing love of the platonic nature to his congregation and love of a more physical kind to Dominick; Dominick is weary of his existence and yearns to walk in the light again, with George at his side. Together, they create a love that stay with the reader for a good long while after reaching the last page. Thrown into the mix is a vengeful, depraved sire, and a young newly turned vampire who rivals the elder in terms of madness.
Don't miss this beautifully crafted book from Riley. Quod Tam Sitio is fantastic story of love, light, and hope!
Sample
“Hey, George, he’s there again.”
Father George White came up behind the man in the green and gold choir robe, and leaned an arm against the chapel door, looking over his shoulder. In the light streaming from the doorway and across the moonlit parish lawn, their shadow was an arm of black. Beyond that arc of light, just outside the church grounds proper, the high domed streetlights outlined a familiar silhouette sitting on one of the city park benches.
“Your mystery guy.” Andrew bounced on his toes and looked back at George, his eyes dancing.
George sighed and raised a hand to scrub back thick blond hair, eloquently expressing his frustration.
Andrew chuckled. “Why don’t you just go talk to him?”
George shot him a look. “In a professional or personal capacity?”
“Oh,” said Andrew. “I see.” Andrew swiveled his head again to study the figure on the park bench. “What do you know about him?”
“Truthfully, nothing.” George shrugged. “We passed the other night, on my way here. He said ‘good evening, Father. Beautiful night tonight is it not?’ ” George recited the words as if he had memorized them. “His voice was beautiful…”
“Ah.” Andrew smiled. “Another angel for Father White’s choir?”
“Hmmm.” Andrew, who was something of a poet, had said that George had a dreamer’s eyes. Blue, with a tendancy to darken and lighten with emotion. George’s eyes, as he gazed out now over the expanse of moonlit lawn, were eloquent with something.
Andrew watched him for a moment, and then considered the sheet music in his hand, creasing its fold thoughtfully. “George?” he said carefully. “None of my business, of course. I mean you’re my frickin’ minister and all, but… as a friend…” He waited until George was looking back at him again. “How long has it been?”
George blushed scarlet and looked away.
“Its not natural,” said Andrew. Only partially joking. George’s ears and the back of his neck, all the way up into his hairline, remained red and Andrew felt suddenly painfully embarrassed. It was always a strange thing, talking about sex with a priest, even in the Anglican church where priests married and had sex, one assumed, as regularly as most men. But talking about gay sex with a gay priest was even stranger than that. He sighed.
George echoed his sigh and pulled the chapel door closed behind him, locking the deadbolt with a set of keys probably older than he was.
“Beg pardon,” said Andrew.
George shrugged, some of the pink leaving his face. He gave Andrew another wry smile. “Hey, I poke my nose into your business all the time, Andy. Quid pro Quo.”
Andrew laughed and stepped back, holding up crossed fingers as if to ward off a demonic attack. “No! No Latin! Argh!”