When Jupiter Sighs Collection – The Dreaming
“The sound is like cool metal sliding down a length of ice. A delicate noise of such succulent smoothness that it draws you closer, makes you feel sheer and cold. It places you flat against the flawless floor as a river of water slides over you body. It chills the skin and relaxes the soul. It is winter and heaven. These were the words my grandmother would say to me when she tucked me into bed.”
Water, a short story in which we lose all sense of form and move past the present to a place at the end of the waters; a place where strange entities live. Read the full story here. This book is available for free download or book purchase here.