Title: Blood Brothers Author: Michael Schiefelbein Publisher: Alyson Fans of Schiefelbein's first work Vampire Vows know he likes to mix his church with his cock. In Blood Brothers, one of our narrators, Juan Ramon, is a bitterly bent man driven by vengeance, desperate to revenge the murder and rape of his parents, willing to join the priesthood to pursue the men who have damaged him so. The other, Brother Bernado, is a man who hides behind his monk robes, twisted by his greedy father and persecuted by his growing love for fellow men. When the two of them become entwined quicker than an altar boy and a bottle of holy wine, we know 'Take of my flesh and eat from it' is going to be a quick prelude to lots of inner torment, groans of supplication, and a good bit of murder and mayhem. Schiefelbein's talent has always been at the point where theology and lust combine, and the former student priest stretches further here looking at the limits of love, the sins we would commit for those we love, and the willingness to be led to hell for a nice piece of 7 inch meat. There's nowhere near as much angst as the previous novel where visions of Christ kept popping up and muddying the holy waters, and this is definitely a positive. In short, a good fuck and murder book with religious ambiguity by the basketful.