Pity the poor soul whose parts are scattered in Twilight or a Lionel Shriver novel. Still, better than hiding then in a snake, I mean seriously, who would do that?
Also, the Authors for World Domination meets this Saturday. Bring cake!
The voices may not be real, but they have some great ideas.
Though in my cases the voices just on the edge of hearing often turn out to be real, someone just turned my music down real low. Not naming names or anything, but there is a special hell reserved for those people.
If there isn’t, I’ll bloody build one when I get there.
Cloaked in another’s form, the faceless thing waits for you. It has seen you shift skins, be a dozen things, and feels it has found in you a potential mate. Fear not, your mind will shatter long before your body does.