queer fantasy with hellspawn & halos
“We manifest as men,” said Michael, “because there has never been a time when it was favourable to manifest as women.” A scene from Moonstruck Consent, book 4 of the not*the*same*river series. *** I was curled up in my favourite armchair by the empty fireplace in the drawing room, my back to the voices stirring... Continue Reading →
On religious paintings ... Lucifer: At least I'm wearing some clothes in this one. Michael: Alas, I'm still dressed as a ballerina. A scene from Roots and Wings, book 2 of the not*the*same*river series. *** “I thought you had horns,” said Ezra. Lucifer looked at him, presumably assessing whether it was a serious observation. “I’m... Continue Reading →
He ignored the face one, picking up the nude. “Oh my god, is that what my knob looks like when I’m dead?” This is a first draft partial scene (currently scene 18) from No Good Comes. Stephen King is now Theodore Eidolon. Erin's POV. *** “It’s Saturday, for god’s sake. Don’t you people have homes... Continue Reading →
“Who the hell are you?” The Irish voice came from behind us, and we all spun to see the dark-haired guy standing outside the kitchen doorway in his boxers, t-shirt and socks. He had a box of rice krispies in one hand and an upturned beer bottle like it was a weapon in the other.... Continue Reading →
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