Trysts: A Triskaidecollection of Queer and Weird Stories [Paperback]

Throughout [Trysts], Berman infuses each story wiht enough atmosphere to grab even the most jaded of readers.

"An interesting collection of dark fantasy stories by a new author."

Trysts is by turns lyrical, poignant, darkly erotic, thought provoking, and not least, entertaining.

A Triskaidecollection of Queer and Weird Stories is a new collection of dark fantasy fiction with gay characters. Talented newcomer Steve Berman has assembled thirteen of his most evocative stories, all of which revolve around the central theme of the 'tryst.' But these passionate hookups and romantic encounters range from the eerie to the horrifying to the wondrous. TRYSTS offers readers dark and quirky tales from a distinctive new voice in gay fiction.

Talented newcomer Steve Berman has assembled his most compelling stories of trysts that range from the eerie to the horrifying to the wondrous. This is the perfect book to read under the covers!

When was your last tryst? I often wonder... those ever-so brief encounters tend to last in memory far longer than the time spent in the embrace. Often my imagination revises past passions, not so much improving them but changing things... what if the boy spent the night, what would we say in the morning? Or if I watched him inhale the smoke from a cigarette hungrily, like he was feeding on each wisp? Fantasy, in my mind, extends beyond the simple act of wanting another's body next to yours.

The curse of being a writer works as a blessing for readers - my imagination never lets anything in my past rest, and now and then something worthwhile is put on the page. My hope is that, when you explore all thirteen stories in Trysts, emotions are touched and some of your own distant affairs are remembered.

"Zane shivered when more alcohol spilled over him, splashing down his shirt, dripping down his arms. A weird calm settled over him, like a child watching others rush around but feeling distant and apart from them, lost in the observation. He looked at Saj, who frantically drenched him. Then Saj said, "I need you." The numbness changed to real fear. Zane grabbed the nearest bottle, twisted off the cap and began wetting down Saj. A harsh, medicinal smell clung to both of them like a thick aura.
Zane saw the thing’s claw first. It slipped through the crack between door and frame, resembling a blackened, shriveled leaf twitching in the wind. It slid through, scratching, finally reaching up and clutching the knob and unlocking the door." -- from "Hair Like Fire, Blood Like Silk"