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180 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 30, 2018
Topia had created me a long time ago—a full-grown being born into white light. Initially, I had been a simple force: a judge, a mouthpiece for what was right and wrong, my only purpose to keep the balance in Topia. Staviti couldn’t have wiped me from creation, though I had a feeling he had wanted to, and had probably even tried. Instead, he had been forced to allow me to exist. So, I existed, and as I did, I grew. I learned. I watched the dwellers and the sols and gained an understanding of their mortal emotions. I judged the gods and became acquainted with the many variants of magic and how the energies of Topia formed into powers. I watched as those powers twisted the personalities of their hosts. Love into obsession, Trickery into deviance, Creation into madness.
My words were cut off by his lips. He had moved so fast that I didn’t even see it coming—or maybe I didn’t want to see it, since I was trying very hard not to look at him closely. All breath whooshed out of me as our bodies crashed together: his so strong and hard, and mine completely disloyal as it moulded against him. On instinct, I went onto my tiptoes, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling myself closer.
“This is the secret dwelling of the Sacred Neutral.”
“The Sacred Asshole ...” I mused, narrowing my eyes.
“The Sacred Neutral,” Donald corrected me.
“The Sacred Asshole,” I re-corrected her. “You’ve been saying it wrong this whole time.”
She gasped, a small mechanical-sounding noise. “I’m so sorry! I will go and apologise to him immediately!”
“You were assigned to me,” he replied moodily. “On Champions Peak. My dweller. My bug. I don’t like anyone touching my possessions.”
I cleared my throat. “You truly have a way with words, Cyrus. I mean, that was poetic. Truly poetic. You should title it ‘mine mine mine.’”