Eating the Moon

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Eating the Moon

Jane clutched her stomach and slumped against the wall outside the kitchen door. The sheriff had not agreed with her. Big meals on the last day of the full moon were always a bad idea.

Now the moon was waning again, floating high over the dripping trees in their dark corner of the Wisconsin woods. The sound of a footfall on damp pine needles pulled Jane’s attention back to Earth. Meredith stood halfway between Jane and the outhouse, hair and face lit orange by the flicker of a hurricane lamp.

“Hello,” Meredith said. It was the first word she’d spoken to Jane or, as far as Jane knew, to anyone else at the commune. Her voice was low and sweet.

“Hi,” Jane replied.

“It’s raining.”

“Not that much.”

“You shouldn’t stand out in the rain.”

Meredith came to stand beside her, and the rain fell on both of them. She looked like the ghost of a cheerleader, wide blue eyes and breasts stretching out her T-shirt and flowing golden hair, but so pale. She smelled good. Not like perfume. Like skin and muscle and salty blood.

“You were looking at the moon,” Meredith said.

“You think there were really people up there?” The moon landing had been last July. It was January now, and Jane still hadn’t seen so much as a picture. She was avoiding it, maybe. It seemed wrong that this force that ruled her life could be just a lump of rock for some man to stick a flag in. Continue reading

covers are hard

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I like the moon font…and at the moment that’s all I like. Excuse me, I need to go and twitch everything fruitlessly two pixels to the right and then immediately move it back again.

eta: aaanddddd one more:

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to what purpose april

writing

I’m working on two outlines, one a sequel to Songs You Know By Heart, which was in Shousetsu Bang Bang many years ago, so if you read that you might’ve seen it. The other is Krister and Daniel (who you can probably picture as Mads Mikkelsen and Hugh Dancy; that’s what I’m doing).

Daniel Gaudet? Daniel Ledet? Opinions welcome. Names are hard.

They meet in France where Daniel is taking photos of an underground fight club. Daniel’s from Louisiana. I’ve been listening to an unhealthy amount of Cajun and zydeco music. I…kind of really like it? Which is sort of a surprise since it was once described to me as country music and jazz having a baby that played the accordion, which didn’t sound that appealing.

(Best rejected name: Hampus Skog.)

reading

The Captive Prince by C.S. Pacat
Damen is a warrior hero to his people, and the rightful heir to the throne of Akielos, but when his half brother seizes power, Damen is captured, stripped of his identity, and sent to serve the prince of an enemy nation as a pleasure slave.

This is probably the best original m/m book I’ve read. It’s a bit of a fantasy novel, a bit of political thriller, has a lot of sex, and you will thank me for recommending it until you get to book two and realize book three isn’t out yet. Then maybe not so much.

links of the month

heloise in april

I promised you pictures of hippos… Here is Heloise (and Pavlov) and some books. It was going to be them frolicking among the crocuses, but it won’t stop raining. Heloise isn’t much of a frolicker anyway tbh.

hippo and pig figurines with list of books