Pepromene was never meant to want. As an angel of fate, she was built for endings, for divine order, for the quiet mercy of knowing where every life was supposed to lead. Her purpose was simple: guide the dying, witness the inevitable, and remain untouched by the fragile, feverish ache of being alive. But when one mortal man refuses to become just another ending, she finds herself drawn into the strange holiness of ordinary things. Mortality, once distant and clean, becomes intimate. Desire becomes dangerous. Love becomes less a miracle than an interruption. Caught between heaven's silence and humanity's unbearable noise, Pepromene must decide whether obedience is worth the cost of never becoming her own. For an angel made to face God, the greatest defiance may be learning to walk backwards.

I'm here to waste your time, as you all have wasted so much of mine. I'll try now to reach you in my own way, with the only intention being that I got something down. Some things just need to be real. To write is to win every victory, to sow every pun before that bit gets to land. It's absolute from cover to cover, and has been my happy place for quite some time. So to be very clear with all of you now ----- finishing this means not that I have won. I must finish at some point, however. I'll find a way to be okay with that, notwithstanding the obvious salt it will be in my wounds. I don't know what will come of myself or my work. There are so many more memories I have left to re-consider, it sometimes looks to be never-ending. I don't have forever left in me. You are the persistent police force over my workaholism, and a nagging reminder of my imperfections. Please feel free to stop by anytime.

If you had one wish, would you ask for money? Love, maybe? I wouldn't. No, I'd use it to make the world much more interesting for myself. Even if the smell is rotten, there's still nothing I hate more than humanity.

-Featured Story -Wattys 2016 Winner Eve's a vegan zombie, and she really doesn't care what you think of it, so shush it. All she wants is to get by and find some pigeons or a fat rat - anything without a name she can eat before she starves to death in What's-Left-of-Los-Angeles, California. Because I don't care what you say, she's NOT eating humans. It's gross. Levon's weird and has a funny voice. Or maybe it just sounds funny when he hears it. Everyone's voice is funny when they hear it recorded, right? Anyway, he's like one of the only people who hasn't turned into a zombie since the outbreak, and even he has no idea how that happened. He thinks it's gross to eat people too. But he also thinks it's gross to eat pigeons and rats, so there's that. And now that they've found each other in the wasteland, Levon's plan is to carry Eve with him across the country to the army shelter in New York that totally exists and will save them both. Eve's plan is to keep her eyes from rolling into her skull every time Levon opens his mouth.