That racist bitch. That bottle blond obscenity driving the murder weapon—she not right. Periodt. Blue Luna butterflies are vanishing, and her sooty diesel smoke is the killer. Kaylee said so. So it is fact.
In late-winter 2125 Vacaville, tule fog smothers the truth while Tate clings to his passion. But as the first iridescent wings emerge, facts begin their quiet rebellion.Continue Reading
Inger and Tala roll west on I-80 in the beastly Muteki, AM880 streaming Howard Stern’s chaotic hype for ‘Ridin” as snow dusts the Nevada flats. The road to Kage no Hana casino—and the Tahoe border guarded by Primaris Solenne Vexton Ulyth’s loyalists—tests them with cold starts, diner awkwardness, and the looming shadow of a boy who won’t take ‘no.’ Fuel up, crank the volume, and brace for whatever the Sierra throws next.Continue Reading
Safety for women demands that the power of no is inviolate. Damian’s latest is that he is king of NUUSA‘s Rocky Mountain Pact. One key missing element: its queen. Inger shall be his queen as he rules over the Rocky Mountain Pact. What’s that? He’s in debtor’s prison? Details. I’veContinue Reading