A Sonnet for a Thunderstorm By K.L. Noone Seacliff Manor, 1770 Ellis had been watching waves through the bedroom’s storm-lashed windows when he heard the step, felt the presence behind him. He turned, a reflex. A year or two ago, ignoring those pirate’s instincts might’ve got him a quick dagger to the back. These days, and this day especially, he knew Thomas’s step. Tom, as usual, blithely ignored whipcord muscles and danger and the very real possibility that Ellis could kill a man with a piece of rope or that painting to their left, and instead slipped arms around him. Ellis Eden, former pirate, had not often been held and comforted by anyone. Not until Thomas Winleigh, youngest son of that fabulously wealthy merchant family, published poet and literary sensation. Tom leaned against