You can’t unsee it.
Today, on my eldest sister’s birthday, another firstborn entered the cold light of day amid the Human collective of genetic wildcards.
I’m talking about my first novel in a twisted, anthropomorphic way.
Today, on my eldest sister’s birthday, another firstborn entered the cold light of day amid the Human collective of genetic wildcards.
I’m talking about my first novel in a twisted, anthropomorphic way.
Prose like poetry, poems like songs https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09XZXLM7H