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If you like short stories -- and I hope you do! -- here are two sites that I think are outstanding, for both quality and quantity. If you know of others, please let me know and I'll link to them.
An Australian-based quarterly ezine for gay literature--short stories, book reviews, commentary.
Short stories, most written by Michael Gouda, of England. Mr. Gouda's stories have been in several anthologies, and he will soon have a book published by Dreamspinner.



Readers, are always looking for new sources of book reviews. Following are a few sites which are good sources for reviews. Some specialize in LGBT books; some are review sites for different genres. Reviews of The Phoenix have appeared on most of them.

Bloodstained Book Reviews Mystery & Thriller, reviewed by Lillian Porter

Alan Chin, Author/Reviewer has two: ( articles) & (writer's blog)

Book Utopia

Book Wenches

E-Book Addict

Elisa - My Reviews and Rambling

Fallen Angels Reviews


Gerry B's Book Reviews author/reviewer Gerry Burney

Reviews by Jessewave

Joyfully Reviewed


Night Owl Romance

Obsidian Bookshelf

Outlaw Reviews (formerly Uniquely Pleasurable)

Rainbow Reviews

Reader Views

Romance Junkies

The Romance Studio

Speaks Its Name (gay historicals only)

USA Book News


If you wish to suggest a review site which we should consider adding, please drop us a note at: and please use the Subject Heading of "Review Site Suggestion."


Many readers have asked about the painting described at the end of Chapter Four, page 65, excerpted below. Though the fictional artist did it in oils, the actual creator of the Phoenix was C.D. Steele, who created it digitally.

The art by C. D. Steele is available as a journal, note cards, and greeting cards at I get nothing from the sale of these, by the way. I just think they're really neat, and I like to encourage young, struggling artists.

This is the excerpt that was inspired by C.D. Steele's picture of the Phoenix.

One gloomy afternoon he chanced upon a small, shabby art gallery tucked away on a narrow, cobbled street. Kit half expected Charles Dickens himself to be there. Most of the artists whose works were displayed were untalented and the works forgettable. As Kit turned to go, he saw an unframed painting that took his breath away.

He looked so long at the painting that the artist coughed and ventured to speak. "Do you like it, sir? It's called 'Phoenix.'" Kit did not answer, but continued to stare at the image of a bird rising on wings of red-and-gold flames from a flaming pyre. The artist persisted, "Do you know the legend? The phoenix destroys itself in fire of its own making, then gives birth to itself again, endlessly."

"I'll take it," Kit said abruptly, and he shoved all the money he had with him into the artist's hands without counting it. "Is that enough?" he asked, seizing the picture. "If it isn't, come to the Xavier Theatre and ask for me: Jack-I mean Kit St. Denys." The artist gawped after him, mouth open and his hands full of more money than he had ever seen.

In the carriage, Kit propped the painting up before him, mesmerized by it. "He's painted my soul," he whispered. "My very soul."


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