This isn’t a very long list; these are just the ones on my to-read list.
Also, there are some works from the included authors that I have not listed because I haven’t looked too closely into their other books, or they aren’t up my alley genre-wise. If you don’t mind female authors or authors of any other genders, feel free to check out this list.
If you have more to add, feel COMPLETELY free to reblog and do so.
Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe by Benjamin Alire Sáenz
Ash and Echoes; Ice and Embers; Iron and Ether; Cairn and Covenant; Calling and Cull; Wine and Roses (I don’t know exactly where this one fits in or if it does) by August Li
At Swim, Two Boys by Jamie O’Neill
The Beauty’s Brother by Leon Hart (read; ☆☆☆)
Call Me by Your Name by André Aciman
Captured Shadows by Richard Rider
The Cat in the Cradle; From Darkness to Darkness by Jay Bell
The Chosen; The Standing Dead; The Third God by Ricardo Pinto
Dangerous Moonlight by Mel Keegan
The Devil in the Dust; Tower of the King’s Daughter; A Dark Way to Glory (doesn’t say LGBT on Goodreads; unsure if it actually is); Feast of the King’s Shadow (doesn’t say LGBT on Goodreads; unsure if it actually is); Hand of the King’s Evil; The End of All Roads (doesn’t say LGBT on Goodreads; unsure if it actually is) by Chaz Brenchley
Dreamer by Steven Harper
An East Wind Blowing by Mel Keegan
Fortunes of War by Mel Keegan
The God Eaters by Jesse Hajicek (enjoying this one so far; not super far into it)
Haffling by Caleb James
The Lightning-Struck Heart by T.J. Klune
The Lonely War by Alan Chin
Lord Mouse by Mason Thomas
Maurice by E.M. Forster
Mordred, Bastard Son by Douglas Clegg
One Man Guy by Michael Barakiva
A Royal Affair; Aleksey’s Kingdom by John Wiltshire
The Sallee Rovers; Men of Honor; Iron Men; Heart of Oak; Man in the Crescent Moon; The Sea Leopard by M. Kei
Seidman by James Erich
Shadowdance by Robin Wayne Bailey
The Sheltered City by John Tristan
The Steel Remains; The Cold Commands; The Dark Defiles by Richard K. Morgan
He was not at ninety-four. Ninety-four was the whispered words, “Thank you. You were amazing.” They echoed inside Andrew’s head over and over, like they were an offering, a prayer, a goodbye, like they were pushed out of his body with his dying breath. It was irritating and he was going to bring it up on the bus. He was going to spell it out nice and slow how Neil needed to stop living like he was dying and start living like the exy junkie he was.
Ninety-five was turning around and seeing nothing. Not nothing in the sense that Neil was nothing, but nothing in the sense of panic, of worry, of standing on the edge of the rooftop looking down thinking “Would it hurt if I fell?” The space where Neil should have been filled with emotions that Andrew swore he would never feel again.
Ninety-six was finding his bag. It wasn’t the bag that held his entire life, that was locked away in the Fox Tower, safe. It was the bag that held his future. A future he knew Neil wanted in the way he clutched the key he gave him back in August. A key that was left in the God forsaken bag with Neil nowhere in sight.
For ninety-seven, Kevin was there. The other foxes were there too but the words Kevin formed with his breath passing over his voice box and the movements of his tongue and jaw, were the only things that mattered. Kevin’s mouth moved, sound traveled in vibrations through the air, hit Andrew’s eardrums, and then his hands were around Kevin’s neck. There were lies and half-truths and Andrew hated those. Again not in the sense he hated Neil but in the sense that he hated the word ‘please’ and ‘misunderstanding’. He hated how he didn’t hate Neil because of all the lies. And for that, ninety-seven.
Ninety-eight was the phone call that Neil had been found.
Ninety-nine was walking through the hotel door and seeing him crumple in agony. It was the hissed “Don’t” as he did his best sooth away the pain. It was the eyes that were Nathaniel’s with hints of Neil peeking out behind his irises. It was the look of a man staring helplessly as the executioner readied the guillotine. It was the words “I’m sorry” like he had something to be sorry for. It was his attitude that no matter how beat up he got, remained impeccably intact. And it was the question he still had the gall to ask: “Am I at ninety-four yet?”
Some remake covers of the wonderful All For the Game series by Nora Sakavic! I’ve done these as a book cover project for my second year of university. If you haven’t read them yet, I highly recommend. :)
i wish there were some famous ya books like the raven cycle, the foxhole court, ari and dante, the song of achilles, pjo, the mortal instruments, i’ll give you the sun but with f/f for instance………. it gets so tiring, like i love the rep but it’s exhausting that there’s literally no f/f rep in popular ya lit