Immortal Fire: Death and The Immortal - Bryn Colvin

William returns home to find a beautiful stranger collapsed on his doorstep. An ancient yew tree has been felled, its dryad is in peril and the world is a far stranger place than this gentle curator had ever imagined.

Blurb:

Life has not been kind to William. With his self respect through the floor and his sex life one of nasty brief encounters, he’s not ready for love. When he finds a dryad close to death, William knows he would give anything to keep this incredible being alive, even if that means giving up the being he loves.

Excerpt:

“I am the yew tree. A Jack in the green.”

William thought of the many times he had sheltered in the tree’s shade, whispering his grief and secrets to it. It made a mad kind of sense. He accepted this revelation with the quiet grace of a man who does not judge.

“Stay with me then,” he said. “I will do whatever I can for you.”
“I knew you would.”

The need to offer himself took hold. “Tell me what I can do! What can I give you? Are you warm enough?”
“Ah, dear William. Always so selfless, so keen to serve. Do not trouble yourself please. There is nothing that can help me.”
“Why are you so certain of that?”
“I feel it too keenly. My tree has gone. They never let me make another, and so I have no immortality.”
“I don’t understand.”

“Most trees send up suckers, creating a new home for when the old tree dies. It is both a new plant, and a part of the old one. And thus a dryad may live a very long time. For as long as there are trees. We of the yew touch our branches to the ground and root them. My tree was the child of the tree before it, and the tree before that one, going back longer than I can count. But they cut me back, and now they have killed me.”

“Is there nothing I can do?”
The tree spirit fell silent, an odd expression on his face. “Do you remember when you first came to the village?”
“I do.”
“With the other man. Peter. Do you remember how you and he spent summer nights in the garden, so close and so naked?”

William flushed crimson at the memory. He and Peter had been happy then, and thoroughly into each other. Sex happened in every room of the house, and in the secluded garden. “You saw us?”

“How could I not? I saw everything that happened around the tree.” He shook his head, features tight with grief. “What you shared, seemed so intimate, so important to you.”
“It was.”
“Would you hold me like that? Touch me? I have never been touched by a mortal.”
The request startled him, and sent a flush of warmth across his skin. “Do dryads have sex with each other?”
“We can and do, if we find a kindred spirit growing close by. But we cannot travel far from our tree. I have been alone for a very long time. I do not want to die alone.”
William’s heart leapt within him, full of compassion. It would be so easy to love that shapely body, to explore every inch of the tree spirit’s form. “Whatever I can give, is yours.”
“I honour your generosity.”
Extending his hand he said, “Come to my bed.”
 

Author Bio:

Being a Druid, Bryn Colvin does in fact talk to trees and believes in the existence of dryads. Bryn has numerous tales published by www.loveyoudivine.com – everything from short and kinky to long and romantic! When she isn’t writing or researching, Bryn is an omnivorous reader, folk musician, and daydreamer. She is a coffee addict, maker of cake, Bard of the Lost Forest, Druid Network volunteer and prone to dancing in strange and inappropriate places.

You can find her at www.twitter.com/Bryn_Colvin and http://thepaganandthepen.wordpress.com/ amongst other places.

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