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Loading... Strong Wine (Sword Dance Book 3) (edition 2021)by A.J. Demas (Author)
Work InformationStrong Wine by A.J. Demas
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Belongs to SeriesSword Dance (3)
Retired soldier Damiskos and his lover Varazda have been living together in Boukos for a month, and their future is beginning to look bright. Then Damiskos receives a letter summoning him home to Pheme--where his parents are deeply in debt, his brother is being hunted by loan sharks, and an unwanted arranged marriage looms. And that's before Damiskos is charged with murder. Fortunately, he's not alone. Old friends are back in Pheme. And Varazda--eunuch, sword-dancer, and spy--has solved mysteries before. But saving his lover from execution and from marriage will take time, and with only days until Dami's trial, time is running out. Strong Wine is the third book in the Sword Dance trilogy, the conclusion of Dami and Varazda's story from Sword Dance and Saffron Alley. This time with fake fortune tellers, real courtroom drama, and ... fertilizer? No library descriptions found. |
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There is not nearly enough punching of stupid faces, but maybe that's just me... As with nearly all fantasies, some of the pacing's too slow for my taste. But when things pick up, I love it. These characters live rent-free in my head now. And, this is one of the rare romances with a perfect epilogue.
Quotes from the ARC:
Damiskos smiled. “You’ve taught me so much about love. I don’t think I would have understood, before you, that saying ‘yes’ to my parents over this— sacrificing my happiness for something that wouldn’t really be good for any of us— might be dutiful, but it wouldn’t be loving. You taught me about happiness, too. You make me actually believe in it.”
Damiskos felt as if he were offering himself like a gift: his sex and his pleasure, entirely at Varazda’s disposal. It was like some astronomical pattern, he thought dreamily: his pleasure sliding into Varazda’s, which circled back on itself, and around and around like a dance of planets. (