Let Sleeping Demons Lie

– Part

6





Tumbling, hurtling, falling, Shathel-Tova and Sasio plunged pell-mell through the Place Between. Shathel-Tova didn’t know where she was going, and wondered if that meant she wouldn’t be able to get out. There’d been no time to think of anything other than simple escape.
Fr

Let Sleeping Demons Lie

– Part 5





The Blacklight Motel had long been one of her favourite spots. But Camille had…
outgrown
it.


    
She knelt in her room, a titan of flesh, admiring herself in a mirror made by lesser creatures. Her skin didn’t look no

CHAPTER

FIVE






Above, Hitomi rippled her body mound towards the door. Her whole essence

drowned in

joy and desire, pure and unfiltered, multiplied and extended by this magnificent, impossible form she

occupied

as she shifted her b

Hitomi-3: New homes, new lives









CHAPTER ONE






The world looked different now

.

As she left her humble little apartment, knowing it was for the last time, Hitomi couldn’t resist a litt

Let Sleeping Demons Lie – Part Four








The Blacklight Motel had long been one of her favourite spots. Camille knew the owner from university, and that gave her a lot to work with. Knowledge of a tryst or two that were on the wrong side of advisable, friendly comfort in secrets politely kept that could be harmful if they were
not
to b

Scene 1






Kara tumbled end over end, cutting a trench through the loose desert sand. She tried to fly, to

will

herself back into the air, but a sharp, stabbing pain in her stomach doubled her up instead. The hunger.

The hunger. 

Let Sleeping Demons Lie – Pt 3





Ryla tumbled soundlessly through a lightless void. She could feel something out there, beyond the walls of the invisible tunnel she was falling through, watching with sightless and furious eyes, aware and reaching out to touch but held back by those magical walls.

She managed to right herself and aim herself downward, like a skydiver, arms at her sid

Let Sleeping Demons Lie – Pt 2





A single ebony claw tapped on the rim of a crystal wineglass, then traced its rim to flavour the air with the sound of glass being sliced up like veal for the plate.


    
Shathel-Tova lounged on a long couch and tossed the emptied – now destroyed – glass away. She’d been through s