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Copyright
Published by
Dreamspinner Press
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Miami, FL 33179-3899, USA
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the
author‟s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or
dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
The Zero Knot
Copyright © 2011 by K.Z. Snow
Cover Art by Anne Cain annecain.art@gmail.com
Cover Design by Mara McKennen
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by
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ISBN: 978-1-61372-204-6
Printed in the United States of America
First Edition
October 2011
eBook edition available
eBook ISBN: 978-1-61372-205-3
Prologue
T HEIR voices, audible through the cracked-open bedroom door,
came from the living room.
“What the hell has your kid done to my son?”
“If you‟re referring to Jesse, it appears all he‟s done is fall in
love.”
“What are you talking about? Do you realize how insane that
sounds? They‟re boys , Jim. They‟re two teenaged boys .”
“Have you looked at them lately? Listened to them? They‟re
not boys. They‟re very capable young men.”
Not silence. Not quite. Tom‟s breathing punched ragged holes
in the stillness. “All right. Two young men. Males . And from what
I‟ve heard , they sure as hell aren‟t friends anymore.”
“Of course they are. They‟re the best of friends.”
A mumbled “Oh my God,” incredulous. “I hope and pray they
haven‟t taken this too far. How can you be so casual about it? Are
you like that too?”
“Like what?” A flat question, no inflection. “In love? I wish.”
More silence, followed by, “My boy just got out of jail. Some
depraved liar he used to trust put him there. That experience made
him vulnerable. Now someone else he trustssomeone he sees as, I
don‟t know, some kind of saviorhas taken advantage of his
weakness and convinced him to lie to himself. To live a lie.” Tom‟s
voice rose, buoyed by a furious indignation. “But that‟s one profane
savior who manages to convince a perfectly normal boy that he‟s”
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