This anthology is Men In Uniform, and is full of men from all different worlds. As usual with an anthology you will find that there are some stories that you will totally love (as I did find, but not going to say which ones, as that is not fair to the others), and some which didn't hit the spot (although I have to say this was only the odd one or two).
Overall, I really did enjoy this anthology, especially as each story was so different - the only recurring theme was Men In Uniform. I spent a wonderful time with the men in blue, fire-fighters and also in space, and other places too, which was great for a wet bleak winter day. If you love men in uniform, or any kind of uniform, then this is the anthology for you. I can promise you that you will be taken on lots of journeys through both time and space, with men from all walks of life, and will also wishing that the story didn't have to end.
Warden drove the motorcycle up on the sidewalk, parking it close to a brick building that looked indistinguishable from all the others. He killed the engine, letting the silence sweep in. Tonight the streets were truly deserted. Warden placed his helmet on the seat, then passed his hand over a sigil, uttering a single word. The charm was another gift from the necromancer; nobody would even see the bike now, as the charm had masked it. Knowing he hadn’t been followed, Warden glanced back nonetheless. If his fellow boys in blue knew where he was and why, he’d be thrown out on his ass so fast. He had worked too hard to break the cycle….
And yet here he was skulking around in the dark.
“Suppose the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree,” he grumbled. The pack, his so-called family, were vagabonds, low-rung thieves, and two-bit criminals. Professions he swore to get away from, a way he refused to live his life. The day he graduated the academy, with flying colors of course, he became a disgrace, no longer the esteemed pack leader’s son. A traitor, especially since he wouldn’t play dirty for their sake.
Oh, but if they could only see him now. The unquenchable thirst of love drew Warden to the God-forsaken place.
Rusted hinges protested as he forced an old steel door open. There was no telling the identity of the business that used to call the space home, a mess left behind. Broken bits of furniture; long dead leaves, never mind the absence of a tree outside; and other pieces of trash, some the likes of which Warden tried not to think about, littered the floor. He wasn’t sure if the lowliness people could sink to disgusted him or made him sad. Either way, he loathed the stench and barely cared that all these things served their purpose; to keep the unwanted away.