NOTE: THIS IS AN EARLY DRAFT. YOU'LL BE ABLE TO READ THE FINISHED VERSION ON THE WEBSITE ONCE IT LAUNCHES.
**for the ladies**
After The Passing of the Veil, humanity retreats into the Maya because everyone knows a hyper-realistic virtual universe is more appealing than a barren nuclear wasteland. In the Maya, you can "phase" any place or any time, real or imagined. All five senses are present, but biological urges like hunger, thirst and sleep are optional. It's reality, but better.
Lawrence Padd is another Immersant visiting The Auburn Palace, greatest brothel in the history of personkind. The Palace is home to the Anodynes-- ordinary women and girls bestowed with great powers of seduction and sensation. Veritable demigods, they are renowned not only for their bodies but their singing voices, which give the listener an opiate-like, hallucinogenic high.
Padd is a Repentant-- a cishet white male, lowliest of all demographics, forced to atone for his ancestors' sins through enforced social isolation. As he navigates the fantastical, strangely sinister vistas of humanity's true final frontier, he begins to have dreams featuring a deceptively familiar girl who preaches the end of all things. Though all Padd wants is to live his new eternity in peace, he soon finds himself caught between infinitely powerful forces that threaten existence itself.
Cover art by Gerry Siorek
Anodyne/character portraits credited to:
Jane Nane-- https://www.artstation.com/janenane
Dion Harris-- https://www.artstation.com/dionharris
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Note-- I'll be posting this on RoyalRoad.com as well.
If you're a zombie, how far would you be willing to go to save the two people you care about the most?
Season 3 of The Virus Within
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Trinity isn't about to let anything stop her. Come hell or high water, she's determined to get Jess and Nicky back. And heaven help anyone who stands in her way. Whoever said 'Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned' had clearly never met a Nightstalker on the warpath.
The blood moon is shedding its red light upon the night, and the hunt is on. The question remains, whose blood will be spilled first? And who will survive?
Forget the dish soap. Grab the rutabagas and the firecrackers for this rescue mission.