What little I've gotten has been filled with nightmares of Mira and Damian. I wake again, but this time's different. Ming is crouched by my side, her hand on my arm. “Cray, wake up,” she says. “We're not alone here.” The words are enough to jar me into instant alertness, and I slide quickly off o...
I have a strong stomach, but I can taste bile in the back of my throat as I peer into one and see a twisted, gnarled fetus, it’s shriveled umbilical cord attached to a strange looking cube on the inside wall of the tube. This was where I was conceived? I feel revulsion deeper than any I’ve ever h...