I do this benediction thing where I drizzle chocolate on eclairs, which are then passed out to everyone in the place. The followers wait and watch while I eat mine first. ~ Diary of a Heretic, Part Three
Chloe said the purity of the mist was such that two tiny spurts lifted you all day. It had stung Amanda’s tongue in fast sprays of one-two; three-four. Yet the dispenser still looked full, like an unused fragrance sample.
Hours later, she found that being alive and alone in this state caused the... Read More ›