But it was almost too easy! I showed up and took these unsuspecting mortals by storm, literally, and I’m really not sure why I didn’t get an invitation to this soiree. Rude!
But wait, there’s more! A soothing, minty green tea; a cool oasis amidst the eddying sands. Or a spicy Chai—cardamom and ginger teasing your senses with a playful dance.
Might I suggest something a little more plentiful? Porcupine, perhaps? Or hedgehog. I can vividly imagine the stringy, defiant meat of hedgehog between my teeth…
Just Adam, beloved. Yes, we had so much fun together, you and me. What, with your Ouija boards and your red candles. I was your guide, your sentinel through the hermetic, and in times of turmoil, your dearest confidant.
Sydney is too entwined in your thinking right now. You protect him, instinctively. Even from me. So I need to know who you are, apart from the person you become when you’re standing next to him.
Like smoke can let you see what’s hidden, so can blood help you touch it. (He leaned far back, dipping his hair into the rising lake of sticky fluid. His face spilled.)