Tiana Steibenz. Precocious. A little girl with her Father’s wild red hair, her mother’s ice blue eyes and a quiet gift that no one knows.
She sees the threads of life. Her best friend is a dead little boy…
Tiana Steibenz. Precocious. A little girl with her Father’s wild red hair, her mother’s ice blue eyes and a quiet gift that no one knows.
She sees the threads of life. Her best friend is a dead little boy…
I take my time, light the cigar and blow creamy rings above me. Mild mannered The Grant, Marketing God, Media Darling…human. Naked and scarred like all men of power. The night creeps behind its veil, the dome shifting from crimson and gold to bruised greens and violets.
The cigar and finish and I must cleanse.
The rats, the spiders, the creeping evil things that lurk beneath our feet told you everything you needed to know. The rest on your frail, pale body, whispering their secrets, withholding their urges to taste the milky essence of your flesh.
He is Malcom. Retired mercenary. Metahuman. Preacher. She is The Rat Queen. Fragile. Immortal. Deadly. This is their story of hope and lack thereof.
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