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From 2012. There's an actual date with this one, because I didn't edit it three billion times before tossing in the crap file. It was supposed to be a sequel to Dead Water, and, as with dead water, I was basically blowing off steam about the Christian Fundamentalist subculture that I had grown up in.

I'm putting it here as sort of a full disclosure thing- this is how bad/ creepy/ un-woke that my writing was at one point. I decided that not giving it a final edit was perhaps the most telling; I found it in my crap file like this, a grasshopper in amber.

If I recall correctly, there was going to be a third story. I read a news story about then where a copper sword had been stolen from statue of Abraham Lincoln. I decided that my creepily intrepid heroine was going to free herself and end up in its possession, and use it to... ?

But I couldn't imagine what, back then, so there was no third story.

The picture on the cover is Typon. A winged tentacled being who once fought the gods, was defeated, and imprisoned... *somewhere* and with whom the Gegentes were allied.

I think I'm officially deciding to stop trying to decide what I'm seeing and where I'm seeing it.

Everything is just Everything.