A dazzling, postmodern debut collection of pulp and surreal fictions: a writer of alternate histories defends his patron’s zeppelin against assassins and pirates; a woman transforms into hundreds of gumballs;...
She’s looking at me with eyes so blue it seems as though they’re ice chipped from a glacier. Looking at… me… For a second I forget why we’re staring at each other, then Sully nudges me and I remember...
JEMcNeill
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