Chezdon

Chezdon Morrison wakes in a city still smouldering, his body humming with the echoes of choices that can no longer be undone. Every street, every penthouse, and every bed brims with a visceral heat. It is the residue of recklessness, desire, and the cold, mechanical weight of consequence. In the seventy-second-floor vacuum of the Eureka, friendship and love have ceased to be sanctuaries. They have become arenas. This is the most erotic and controversial instalment of the series, a work of literary fiction that pushes the limits of skin, soul, and the jagged boundaries of the Morrison legacy. Lust, obligation, and control collide in moments that leave forensic marks on the flesh and the memory alike. Lovers move at the edges of his world with a quiet, predatory insistence. They are a reminder that every spark can flare into a fire that refuses to be tamed by the social machinery. amazon.com/author/chezdon

Seventeen-year-old Chezdon Morrison lives seventy-two floors above a Melbourne that is splitting along fault lines years in the making. The city isn’t burning. Not officially. But from his tower, he can smell the smoke. Chezdon has survived things that don’t come with neat diagnostic labels or triumphant recovery arcs. He has done the appointments and taken the medication. Performed functional daily engagement. And still the static hums beneath everything. The visible scars are the easy part. It’s the invisible ones that keep misfiring. amazon.com/author/chezdon