Don’t be afraid. I’ll take care of you. You’ll never have to suffer again. There is nothing to be ashamed of. You’re not a freak, despite what some might tell you. You’re a refinement of nature. A specialist. Consider the koala. Adapted to survive only
It wasn’t much, as prophecies go, but then what where you expecting? I’m neither an artist nor soothsayer. All I had in my possession was a forgotten piece of child’s chalk and the urge to leave my message where all could see. No one will
Once, it was a palace. Now it was something else entirely, part museum, part laboratory, part tomb. There are wonders stored in there, and horrors. Room after room filled with jars, and inside those jars, floating forever in the preservative fluid, hundreds upon hundreds of specimens.
Years I spent searching for her, once I came of age to do so. I scoured old records, pleaded with the courts, hired private detective after private detective. All for naught. All I gained was the impression she belonged to a family of some means,
The map came home with my father, long before I was born. My mother always told me he was a merchant seaman and explorer, but some of the town elders would let slip the word “pirate” when too deep in their cups. I remember him
It was born, as so many tragedies are, from an act of compassion. You remember the headlines, of course, the news stories: the new mutation cropping up in so many in utero fetuses, the savagely compromised immune systems that resulted. They needed special care, those