Drugs Won’t “Cure” Gay. There Ain’t No Cure For Love: A Gilead Story
Stumbling Towards Gilead — Chapter Ten
Luc jerked awake. His bed-chamber was dark and cool. He raised a hand to his forehead. Why am I sweating? Whatever’d startled him from sleep was gone. He tried to hold onto it. But, it faded, leaving behind a snatch of song.