Excerpt: Love Changes Nothing; The Warlord

Tintagel ached in his heart. The humans were becoming tiresome and he hated that he was thinking that. Maybe it was the way they warred, or maybe it was the way they were slowly turning away from him and toward his brother, the sun. Or maybe he was lonely.
He sighed at he looked down at the earth through the latticed window where small dots of lights showed encampments of humans, gathering together in the winter night with friends and loved ones while he was alone in the sky. True, there were thousands of stars, but they were so silent and far away.
He was lonely. Did gods get lonely? They must, for he was. He was warmed by his bother’s light, but not nearly enough. He brushed his dark black hair away from his face and wondered if he could find someone to be at his side forever, the way wolves were with their mates, forever.
Dare he hope that the moon wasn’t doomed to be lonesome forever?