With Every Blink

Since a child Kerrid has feared to sleep. For to sleep is to dream and her dreams are repeats of the violent confusion of her banishment. But in the days after her aborted tryst with Jiar, with every blink of her eye, a different twist to that dream occurs, always ending the same . . .

Retribution, ready now.


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After years as a multi-colour octopus in entertainment, now chilling and writing
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