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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?

Coming soon!

Note

This book relies on the plots of The Post-Self Cycle, particularly Mitzvot. It is strongly recommended that you read those works first. They may all be found here as paperbacks, ebooks, and free to read in the browser.

The tilde (~) is the punctuation mark of whimsy and on this I will not be swayed.

Content warnings:

Mentions of rough, but consensual sex with one vague description; blood; themes of familial abuse; adult characters engaging with the world as children, unrelated to sex.