The story so far... “He’s close,” Abigail said. “You trust me, don’t you?” “Completely.” Barlowe took a deep breath as he gathered Abigail in his arms. “See you on the other side.” ### Quentin stood outside Abigail’s apartment, the anticipation of taking her and Barlowe together made his breath come in quick gasps. Materializing through the … Continue reading A new generation
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Betrothed
The story so far... It will mean split second precision. If they make one slip, wait a second too long, then Barlowe won’t be able to assimilate and his body will die. There was only one way to lure Quentin to Abigail, and it was something Barlowe both dreaded and eagerly anticipated. ### Abigail came … Continue reading Betrothed
Cage fighter
The story so far... Two long scars ran vertically in the shape of a V down her back, starting between her shoulder blades, and coming to a near point at her waist. Moved by her injury, Barlowe tenderly traced the shimmering pink lines with his fingertips. Her skin trembled under his touch, and she began a slow shift … Continue reading Cage fighter
Based on a true story
Dr. Gleason found himself in an all too familiar spot - standing with a family representative, studying a patient through an observation porthole of a sterile hospital room door. The subject was a middle-aged mother of two. She was brought in after experiencing some kind of psychotic episode. Currently she was chemically restrained and under 24-hour … Continue reading Based on a true story
Deeds speak louder than words
The story so far… “What happens to Payne when we capture Quentin?” Barlowe said. “Once he’s no longer a host, does he become Payne again? Will he remember anything about being a host?” “I don’t know,” Abigail said. “None of Quentin’s hosts have ever survived to ask.” “One did.” Barlowe felt like he was drowning. … Continue reading Deeds speak louder than words
A storm’s brewin’
The story so far... Their corner booth was in the back of the restaurant. Barlowe knew the maître d’ and asked for his regular, secluded table. He needed to talk with Abigail without being overheard. There were still so many questions unanswered. The basics were fantastical enough, but he was expected to suspend all reason … Continue reading A storm’s brewin’





