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‘IV: Incitements’ Category

  1. Interlude: Manira


    August 12, 2015 by Lyn

    Manira-who-was-not sipped her whiskey sour and spun idly on her bar stool, savoring the feel of the room and the taste of a fine drink, both luxuries she hadn’t had a chance to indulge in for well over a decade.

    And luxe it was.… Read on

  2. Chapter 12: Jamian


    August 12, 2015 by Lyn

    They say you’re flawless, with lies you’ve never heard

    Jamian woke slowly in the dark, unfamiliar sensations intruding on his sleeping consciousness one by one – the slick, smooth feeling of the sheets underneath him, the thick, velvety quality of the darkness, the scent of flowers mixing with something deeper, like leather.… Read on

  3. Chapter 11: Kailani


    August 12, 2015 by Lyn

    all too soon the clock will strike midnight

    Kailani’s mother was against dances. “Just meat markets,” she’d insisted, “places where you’re reduced to nothing but a piece of flesh, places where you’re further indoctrinated into the patriarchy.” Between her mother’s ranting, and her own shyness, Kai had never been to a dance in her old school; she had agreed to Taro’s invitation, such as it was, mostly out of stunned surprise.… Read on

  4. Chapter 10: Shahin


    August 12, 2015 by Lyn

    Shotgun opera, lock and load

    Dr. Regine’s aide-de-camp was blocking the doorway when Shahin, Yngvi, and Aelgifu came to the auditorium for the dance, although the Director herself was nowhere to be seen. His back to the hallway, he seemed oblivious to those behind him, even when Yngvi lightly cleared his throat, so Shahin set her hand on his shoulder to get his attention –

    – and got hit with a miniature storm, a five-second rush of hot wind and electricity like late-August lightning that threatened to knock her off of her feet.… Read on

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