Duck Lake You realize that tinned food is just for crackheads and wars?

her insides afire, caiaphas continued. she staggered across the snow, a spidery incubus — silvery gaze fevered with hideous torment.

when pygmalion spoke the crone turned her harrowing gaze upon him, her blackened gums frothed over in raging spittle. she did not see white.

she saw red.

and knew that form - the cardinal blaze of hot-iron scarlet across the bitch’s back — those sonkilling eyes.

tuwawi.

the bitch that had stolen her son, her life — her future. what was left of the siren’s synapses remembered just enough that a burning enmity blazed through her — with a ragged baba-yaga’s scream, caiaphas lunged toward pygmalion.