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Josh Lanyon, you rock. This book killed me.

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The first was all Blair Witch and scary with a hint of dark and sad but this, this was just emotionally crushing to me. Completely different than the first book. I think there are things that I don't like to read about and with this book I realize one of those things is addiction. This was so very sad for me and I just felt scared the entire read. The ending was beautiful though so all else is forgiven! Oct 25, Nila rated it really liked it. Written like cream on butter, always a writer who can confabulate me with his skill.

People carry burdens in life and sometimes they can't escape the burden without escaping places and people they love. Timothy fled across the country to fight his alcoholism, his failures and the poor opinion of his friends. He's been sober two years and is back in New York for a friend's wedding. He'll be gone the next day. Not, however, without a chance meeting with his greatest love, Luke, the man he left so Written like cream on butter, always a writer who can confabulate me with his skill. Not, however, without a chance meeting with his greatest love, Luke, the man he left so he could sober up.

Luke is surprised and so is Tim; the meeting is by sheer chance. Neither man can hide his own joy, but Tim makes feeble excuses and leaves, expecting to never see Luke again. Of course they do meet later and do spend a night making love and feeling the same feelings of love and pain again. Tim feels he cannot maintain sobriety if he is with Luke. He has experienced life with Luke and knows Luke has no faith in him. In almost every Lanyon book viewpoints collide; truth and beliefs are exploded when two people finally realize what the other really thinks and feels.

Luke is a steadfast man, truly loving Tim, and Tim comes to know that and to realize he is stronger in his sobriety than he ever believed. I love it when "truths" collide. Aug 28, Edina Rose rated it it was amazing Shelves: series , infidelity , intense , very-hot , fav-authors , cop-fbi , angst , drugs-addict , lovers-reunited. Falling in love with an alcohol addict Among others, this books asks the questions: "How much are you ready to sacrifice for love? Tough questions, not to answer lightly when you are in a relationship.

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I liked how the plot has unexpected twists. This is not a sweet story. It's not what I expected and it's exactly what I needed: something harsh, tough, more realistic than th Falling in love with an alcohol addict It's not what I expected and it's exactly what I needed: something harsh, tough, more realistic than the classic MM romance, but something very romantic too, with the soul-mate-love-of-my-life kind of love, and very hot hot hot sex. May 09, Otila rated it really liked it. This had a very different feel than the previous novella.

Where In a Dark Wood was light hearted and fun creepy serial killer aside , this one just grabbed me by the heart and squeezed from beginning to end. Lanyon's writing is beautiful as always and he manages to pack so much emotion in 70 pages.


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And I tell you what — I was not disappointed!! The Parting Glass picks up roughly 3 years from where the first book ends. Tim and Luke are not together :- They had tried - but it is hard to live with an alcoholic. Hard for the alcoholic too. Trying to stop drinking for two people - instead of just for yourself increases the pressure to breaking point. And, sadly, it broke. Tough, hurtful words are said in the heat of the moment that can't be taken back - mostly because the opportunity to apologise is taken away.

And how true is this? In any relationship, there may be countless soothing, loving, supportive words - yet just one lapse, one moment of "losing it" and that is the moment that overpowers everything. That is the point of no return. Why do we do this? Let the bad outweigh the good? Time has moved on, but in many ways they haven't. They really are still the only ones for each other. Their history over the previous years is a slow reveal of why's, where's and how's which left me thinking WTF??

I wanted to reach in and smack Tim a lot of the time - as much as I sympathized with him, he also frustrated the hell out of me - and isn't that just what an addict does? The effect he has? Josh has created such a real character in Tim - he sees everything as being about himself and yet removed from himself - "Luke didn't say this" or "Luke said that" - ultimately, of course, Tim had to do what he felt he had to - to finally beat his demons - and damn the consequences.

You need to read the book to see if they can move on, and put those long, hard years of loneliness behind them. Josh's signature sense of humour is threaded through the story, as only Josh can do. I would also like to touch on something that really caught my eye - mention is made of some pretty rough sex off page, and the on page sex even had a different feel to it -- now, I am not saying "Lanyon writes BDSM next! Variety is the spice of life, after all :-P This really is a wonderful read. I have honestly tried to not be swayed by the fact that Tim and Luke are one of my favourite duos And I don't think I was.

It genuinely is a great story, and I actually think that every story PJS post Josh sabbatical is getting better. Josh and his muse have totally got their mojo rocking!! Buy the book. You'll love it!! I am about to reread both books, and I can count on one hand the number of books I reread.

Oct 29, Sara rated it it was amazing Shelves: angst , boys-who-love-boys , can-t-miss-book , romance , cover-love , kleenex-worthy , a-must-read , favorites , swoon-central , goo-is-good. I went into reading this and In a Dark Wood simply to read this story because of the title. It is an old Irish song and the version by Ed Sheeran guts me each time I hear it come through the needle of my record player after the static silence fills the room.

The song is so full of emotion, of regret and of atonement that I knew this story was going to have those same elements. How could it not? What I didn't know is I would need at least a gallon of water to re-hydrate myself after the sob fest t I went into reading this and In a Dark Wood simply to read this story because of the title. What I didn't know is I would need at least a gallon of water to re-hydrate myself after the sob fest this book induced. MY GOD. I am in lust with Josh Lanyon's words.

I have a crush on each letter combined to form words that flow into sentences on the page. I am in love with his writing style that has seduced me to the point of possible embarrassment on my part and yet I can't help myself. This had such a different feel from the first book and at the same time it didn't.

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The emotions that I felt in the few pages we got with Tim and Luke were still there with this. Just amplified and turned up to eleven. There was so much that I wanted and so much that I feared for them.


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  5. I will admit that parts of this hit very close to home, Tim's issues are so honestly written, they are so real that I almost stopped reading but I had to know what would happen. I was so settled in what I thought was going to happen that I cried harder when we get to what does happen. What an amazing, heartbreaking, real and beautiful story. That is all. It's enough. It's more. It's everything. I am crying again. I am done. View 2 comments. Nov 05, Jenre rated it it was amazing Shelves: romance , contemporary , m-m.

    Josh Lanyon doing what he does best. Take two guys; put them in an awkward situation; add in some sort of weakness with the narrator in this case a recovering alcoholic ; stir it all up during a series of highly emotional conversations; add a dash of hot but tender sex; before coming to a somewhat abrupt but satisfying conclusion. I really liked In a Dark Wood and this builds and improves on that previous story. Jan 12, Trix rated it really liked it Shelves: angst , contemporary , cops , adventure , mm-novels. This was definitely much better than the first novel.

    Somewhere between 4 and 4. I found it natural that Tim would distort the memory of their relationship while he had been drinking. It was hard going back to a town filled with drinking memories and friends who knew you more drunk than sober because the craving for a drink never goes away.

    And there is always one person who is going to be hurt the most. Yet that is what I liked about the story. Perhaps you need a certain mood to be able to read this. If the author was able to immerse me to such a degree in the story and make me experience even dark emotions, view spoiler [so much that I even accepted the fact Luke and Tim would go their separate ways well, the ending comes as a surprise hide spoiler ] , then how could I not praise the writing?

    Well done Mr. Loved it. Still one of my absolute favorite Lanyon shorts. Somber and more heavier themed than his usual fare, as the MC is a recovering alcoholic. The mention of view spoiler [ bondage, hospital bondage no less, hide spoiler ] still tripped me out to see in a JL. It's so unlikely, but I would've loved to see a flashback story on that. I think this is one of his best, and even his typically abrupt ends didn't bother me.

    I'm glad I skipped the first story the first time I read this, so Re-read. I'm glad I skipped the first story the first time I read this, so I would encourage you to do the same. Nov 03, Kelly rated it it was amazing Shelves: books-kelly-and-baba-liked-or-loved. Lovely reunion story. May 05, rowenalovelace rated it really liked it Shelves: dedectives-cops , husband-material. This one was just so sweet and fluffy, made me soo warm inside. This one also didn't feel like Josh Lanyon at all.. In a Dark Wood remains my favorite Josh's short: it's an emotional rollercoaster, it's creepy and it was open-ended which perfectly fit the story.

    The continuation of Tim and Luke's story is emotional in a different way. We learn how the two men crashed and burned in the aftermath of the Forester affair and Tim left for California in order to stop drinking without a word to Luke. Their meeting 2,5 years later is joyous and painful: Luke is hurt and Tim is still struggling to remain sober. They o In a Dark Wood remains my favorite Josh's short: it's an emotional rollercoaster, it's creepy and it was open-ended which perfectly fit the story. They obviously still love one another, but Luke is seeing someone elso now and Tim needs his security net in California.

    I honestly didn't know how this would end - I was choked up for more than half of the story. And, while I loved Josh's writing and was glad for both Luke and Tim in the end, it just wasn't enough. Not nearly enough. There's so much they still need to overcome, because Luke has to completely uproot his New York life.

    He's a Detective First-Grade and, when he moves to be with Tim, he would probably have to start over unless he is some kind of expert, he can't just tranfer to L. I really, really hope Josh is planning to write more about these two so he could give them and us more conclusive ending.

    Sep 11, Plainbrownwrapper rated it really liked it Shelves: mm , read-again-maybe. I loved this. Josh kept me biting my nails til the end. There seems to be a frequently recurring thread of melancholia throughout many of Lanyon's stories, and somehow that appeals to me very much. It's an understated and somehow elegantly expressed sense of pain and almost-but-not-quite hopelessness that tugs at heartstrings without being maudlin.

    Good stuff. I liked the plot -- such as it was -- in this one more than in I loved this. I liked the plot -- such as it was -- in this one more than in the preceding story, because it was more realistic. This one is mainly a chance meeting during a weekend in the old stomping grounds, a sort of vignette with lots of introspection. But a lot can happen in the course of just one or two days! Once again I am impressed with how much Lanyon can cram into a short story. When one tires of the multitude of tell-don't-show-hey-I-can-be-an-author-too writers out there, Josh always offers a safe place to relax and remind yourself that some people really DO know how to write.

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    I'm giving this one 4. Fans of Tracy Chevalier's Remarkable Creatures and Anthony Doerr's All the Light We Cannot See will be impressed by Guadagnino's vivid portrayal of female companionship and the blurred boundaries of friendship, love, and something deeper. Exploring class mobility and identity, The Parting Glass is an impressive debut.

    The limited opportunities afforded to women and immigrants by society colors this tale of passion and lies, which will appeal especially to fans of Sarah Waters. Tell us what you like, so we can send you books you'll love. Sign up and get a free eBook! Price may vary by retailer. Add to Cart Add to Cart. About The Book. The Parting Glass In some families, there are secrets on which the welfare, and perhaps the very existence of the persons concerned may depend. The heavy oak door shut solidly, with a soft click following as the lock was engaged.

    The Argand lamps threw but dim illumination along the heavy carpet lining the hall, casting flickering shadows amongst the birds and flowers woven there. On the landing was the door to my own narrow chamber. I pressed myself to this barrier, one ear flat against the wood. Through the door, I could only just make out the muffled scrape of the window opening in the room beyond.

    It was all so faint, in the faded light on the landing, almost dreamlike. I let my forehead rest against the door, my eyes closed. I strained for the sound of the bed, imagining its creak coming through the door as a whisper once, twice, again. Quick footfalls broke my reverie, and I lurched from the door as Mrs.

    Harrison came up the stair. One hand went up involuntarily to see my hair was straight, and I nodded to the imposing housekeeper. Is it not your night off? Harrison, mum. I stopped on the landing to arrange my face into a mask of tranquillity before I faced Cook. Freedman, mum.

    Freedman, brusque with everyone, always took the time to show me kindness in her own harsh way. She was under no obligation to feed me extra on my night off, but she often did it anyway, suspicious in that chronic way of cooks that I was not adequately fed unless she was doing the feeding. Thus attired, I nodded farewell to Cook and slipped out the kitchen door. I made my way down the snowy cobbles to the gate at the end of the mews, should anyone be watching from the win dows, then doubled back along the other side of the block and ducked inside the street door to our own carriage house.

    The horses nickered softly, cold air gusting down the row of stalls from the open door. The door stuck a little as I opened it and crawled in to sit on the floor. I breathed in deeply the smells of the carriage house: sweet hay and oat mash, worn leather, brass polish, and the musky scent of horse.

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    Such aromas as had clung to my father. He unlocks a box—real wood—behind the altar and places them inside. I prefer to serve myself. He counts on me being powerless again. I shuffle on my feet, widen my stance. I wonder how many of his Tikbalangs are scurrying through to the jungle towards the mission, miniguns chattering. I could have fought my way out, once. But not today. Santiago locks the host away as if we are just standing in the middle of the jungle with all the time in the world.

    He leaves the goblet of wine where it is. Is he about to pronounce a benediction over my death? Offer some prayer to usher me to oblivion? And as a man grows old, he wants to gather all the things that he loves around him. I almost puke nutrient paste. I gauge the distance between us and wonder whether I can tackle him and break his neck before his security systems fry me.

    But the body he wears is too much like mine when I was mostly meat. After all this time and all he has done to me, I want to look like that again. I never found a lock for my door strong enough to keep him out of my room. One of many.


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    Kill them all. I nod as he drifts in and out of the kaleidoscope light cast by the chapel windows, steps away from the altar with his cup. You contemplate pointless suicide now. Let me offer an alternative. For fifty years, we have had the technology to reskin ourselves into new bodies when our old ones give out. But until now, we could never recombine what was separated. He tells me other things, too. About nano-assemblers and distributed consciousness clouds. Tiny robots swimming in a cup. I hear part of it. We will be the first to experience Unity. A whole from two broken halves. Santiago is definitely loko.

    Then I see his tortured god, rough-hewn from the very wood of his cross, gazing down on us. I wonder if Santiago plans to nail himself to a couple of pieces of wood, too. I stare at the goblet, a sudden clarity to my thoughts. Just killing Santiago is not enough. But inside his head I could do some real damage. My mind is still strong, even if my metal body is falling apart. I snatch the glass from his hand, and see for an instant, my reflection, an inhuman face glaring back with shining red eyes.

    A sweet musk rises from the cup, rotting grapes and machine oil. The liquid is sluggish and grainy. The first sip sets my mouth on fire. I run through the jungle and the thorns in my head tear at me worse than the thorns under my feet. Dammed behind my rage, Santiago wails. Inside his mind is a searing white fire, and my soul burns in the flames. But I am still Jake, and the long, graceful limbs of the altar boy propel me across tangles of root and vine. I can escape back through the central corridor.

    I shut down most of the tikbalangs that pursue with a nudge of thought. The system recognizes my passcodes. I know everything Santiago knows: but a pair of the killerbots lope through the bush at twenty-five meters back, their loyalty uncertain. The old man clutches at my consciousness, tearing off fistfuls of memory. I hold on to what it means to be Jake Batao a second at a time.

    And every second, Jake grows stronger. Put them out of their misery. Let him watch as I destroy his dream one soul at a time. He tries to block me with filthy memories of my Mama. They cut like razorwire, but I push past them. I can fly it.

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    I can chew threw his false identities for months before the Trinity thugs find me. I burst through the trees and onto a sward of green grass rising gently ahead of me. The gravity is light here, almost nonexistent at the pole. I bounce towards a ladder that leads to a service hatch beneath the central corridor. But from that gaping tunnel, another flyer roars. Behind the windscreen of the open cockpit is Terah, long black hair fluttering behind her like a ribbon of smoke. He laughs, and it echoes deep within the vaults of my mind. Why Santiago might be behaving so strangely.

    She looks back into the jungle—probably scanning for the old Jake. Just then, the pair of rogue tikbalangs burst out of the jungle, their miniguns whirring. Spikes of white fire chew through pressurized atmosphere at 7, rounds per minute. Good thing the altar boy is also equipped with the latest neurostim reflexes. She jerks the controls and slides sideways, but moves in slow motion. I abandon the hope of the ladder, and do something stupid instead. I am unraveling. My consciousness drifts on the artificial winds of Santiago Station. My mind, freed of flesh, swarms with them.

    My thoughts and emotions whirl in tangled vortices. Jake but maybe Santiago or some new mind born of both. Just the howl of lost souls. I remember being born in Manila—on Old Earth when it was still green, and I also remember hunting for food in the trash-ducts of Mindanao Station in the gray, gray light of the lower decks.