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Dreamspinner Press

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the

author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or

dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

Sculpting Clay

Cover Art by Anne Cain annecain.art@gmail.com

Cover Design by Mara McKennen

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ISBN: 978-1-61581-353-7

Printed in the United States of America

First Edition

January, 2010

eBook edition available

eBook ISBN: 978-1-61581-354-4

For Ginny,

my number one fan.

Her support through all my writing

has been such an encouragement.

And for Chris,

one day you'll find your prince.

S CULPTING C LAY

A YOUNG man sat on the edge of a

below. It was dark. No one looking up would be able to discern his

shape even though the lights of the buildings and

brightly on the asphalt. This was his sanctuary, the place where he

could watch the people without notice and learn.

New York was the sixth city he

different than the others, a bustling metropolis energized by the sheer

diversity of people that live here. He liked that. Hopefully it would

make it easier to blend in. He had enough against him in that

He had come here with a desire for acceptance

He’d always wanted love. Love above all else. But who would

love him, he wondered? Who would dare love a deviant from his

culture’s norm?

Just then, as his eyes flitted from one stranger to the next, he

caught sight of the most handsome of all

hint of sadness in his eyes. The man stopped at Fiona

and took a whiff of the roses before he went

smiled, grateful for this extraordinary vision

level in hopes of finding out more about this stranger.

He lingered in the shadows as

Fiona,” the stranger called over his s

The young man felt a wave of heat roll through his body at the sound of

the stranger’s voice. It was lovely.

man sat on the edge of a rooftop peering down at the streets

below. It was dark. No one looking up would be able to discern his

shape even though the lights of the buildings and streetlights shined

brightly on the asphalt. This was his sanctuary, the place where he

e people without notice and learn.

New York was the sixth city he’d visited on his journey. It was

different than the others, a bustling metropolis energized by the sheer

here. He liked that. Hopefully it would

to blend in. He had enough against him in that respect.

He had come here with a desire for acceptance—acceptance and love.

d always wanted love. Love above all else. But who would

love him, he wondered? Who would dare love a deviant from his

Just then, as his eyes flitted from one stranger to the next, he

ht of the most handsome of all—a tall, slender man with a

hint of sadness in his eyes. The man stopped at Fiona’s across the street

and took a whiff of the roses before he went inside. The young man

smiled, grateful for this extraordinary vision. He hurried down to street-

level in hopes of finding out more about this stranger.

s the man left the shop. “Goodnight,

stranger called over his shoulder as he crossed the street.

The young man felt a wave of heat roll through his body at the sound of

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