![]() “The first half was a kiss, the second a hiss.” No one in Elendhaven knew Johann’s name, and if they knew it, it quickly slipped away like mercury from probing fingers the moment their minds closed around it. ![]() Johann tried on the sleeves and slacks of a few-“Johann the Demon, Devil Johann, Johann in Black, Oil-Dark Johann”-but Monster Johann fit best. Johann crawled out of Elendhaven’s flowing womb-its harbor-and slipped among the town’s people like a snake, quick and quiet as a shadow after dark. This is a story about monsters, and all monsters must have names because “things with names survived.” So in a way, this is also a story about survivors.īefore Johann became a thing with a name, he’d survived. ![]() And something else too, something that slides into your neck like a talon, demanding your attention, holding you in place. Sharp as shattered glass and filled with teeth. ![]()
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