'Tis said of love that it sometimes goes, sometimes flies; runs with one, walks gravely with another; turns a third into ice, and sets a fourth in a flame: it wounds one, another it kills: like lightning it begins and ends in the same moment: it makes that fort yield at night which it besieged but in the morning; for there is no force able to resist it.
--Miguel de Cervantes
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"I am Roman. I am Gallic. I am Hibernian. I am too mixed in everything to be of concern to anything," Aonghas tells his friend. He's also the human counterpart of the demon gods who rule the five senses, blessed and burdened by this gift that has enhanced his senses beyond average human experience. But his gifts have kept him isolated and wary of forming relationships beyond casual acquaintances, until he meets Maon. Thisyoung man he encounters only under shadow of darkness has his own secrets, and Aonghas is captivated by his mysterious lover. Will their bond endure if their secrets are revealed?
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