Novelas y relatos de Uncanny Valley

An ancient and deserted cottage emerged from numerous thick clusters of some gigantic, wild trees in the corner of a city. It had been given up almost hundred years ago and it had some rumours for its look, as no one was living there. But the most strange thing was, there was a very significant, annihilating machine concealed by some people. No one knew about that except the subduers of this planet, apparently. And except him.

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It felt like his eyes were looking straight through me. I gulped as he leaned in and placed his hands beside me on the table. "Listen to me." he said softly. "I'm sure there is an explanation for all of this, but you need to calm down. Just breathe..” Breathe was the one thing I felt like I couldn't do. "I don't understand," I whispered. "I don't know how you can live for twenty-three years and not know you aren't human." "If all you've ever known is what you perceive to be normal I could understand why you wouldn't be able to tell the difference."

“The magic pulse came from this valley. She’s here.” She. The spy. The mute girl with eyes that saw too much. Valerie. The demon hated her. It also… wanted her. The feelings mixed together in my gut, making me sick. I pushed through a wall of vines. And then, I stopped. We stood at the edge of a small, perfect valley. In the center was a wall of gray rock. It should have looked ordinary. But it wasn’t. The air in front of it shimmered, like heat off a road. A ward. An incredibly powerful one.

It didn't want us to take Silas. As we tugged on Silas's unconscious body, a cacophony of malevolent energy collided with the barrier's unyielding strength. The demon's physical manifestations looked human, but at the same time… it was clear that it was anything but. It was like looking at pictures of the Uncanny Valley phenomenon, or seeing the silhouette of a thorny tree. Nonetheless, whatever it was shaped to be, it was clearly powerful. It thrashed against the barrier, attempting to knock it down or break in.

The space unfolding beneath that deep, heavy green shade embraced a secret, cool, hidden realm, like a vast, damp, emerald womb. In the very center of the valley, a flat bedrock large enough for dozens of men to lie spread-eagled spread out intimidatingly like an altar. Around it, clear, cold valley water swirled and flowed waist-deep, like a colossal male snake coiling. Only the sound of white foam crashing against rocks battered the eardrums. It was an abyss where no propriety or aristocratic facade could trespass even a single step. It was a perfect secret chamber—The Carnal Utopia permitted only for the animalistic mating of males and females inflamed by primal instinct, and an endless p