--- ---  > Motes played. > > She played because she *was* play. She played because that was her role in life, because that is just who she was. She played with color, played with life, played with death. > > She played with fire. > > Motes played, because how could she not?
### Note This book relies on the plots of The Post-Self Cycle, particularly [*Mitzvot*](https://mitzvot.post-self.ink). It is strongly recommended that you read those works first. They may all be found [here](https://post-self.ink/cycle) as paperbacks, ebooks, and free to read in the browser. If you would prefer to jump right in, spoilers be damned, you can find a primer [here](/primer). The tilde (~) is the punctuation mark of whimsy and on this I will not be swayed. ### Content notes: Contains mentions of rough, but consensual sex with one vague description; blood; adult characters engaging with the world as children, unrelated to sex; themes of familial abuse.