Eidolon Ave: The Second Feast
Crystal Lake Publishingbut does he know you call me when he sleepsbook review doctor sleepread this when you can t sleepthe sleep experiment
Face peeking from between the covers, elbow crooked over her head, the empty suit of her flesh spread before her, her eyes met his.
They twinkled, the blue brighter than before. “You see?” he said, the remnants of her body gathered together and still in-hand. “Our Eidolon was right. You do have a book in you.” He stretched his arms wide, her supple skin a tapestry to be trimmed and cut, polished and stitched. To wrap and protect her cover. “There are tales to be told.”
Chin slipping past stitches, fingers sinking between pages, the book finished its feast. The war unwinnable, her battle lost.
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