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85 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 7, 2012
“All your if you want it.”
I do. Kyle waved him over. “This is going to be really boring for you.”
“I doubt it,” Grimm said (...)
“There's a taste of you I like.”
“What, I'm a flavor now?”
“Translating my senses into yours is not as easy as you'd think.”
Grimm stepped out of the mass of wires until the tattoo on his face was visible. Blue-black whorls and twirls covered the left side of his face from hairline to chin, exaggerating his features while blurring them at the same time. The pattern indicated he was not only from Tamene, but the southern lowlands of the antipodean continent, near the ocean. The fiercest of the tribes, the one that took pride in going into battle first and returning last.
“Mother of Light,” Kyle said under his breath. Grimm hesitated, then near-bowed. “Father of Darkness,” he completed.
If "Him" was even the right pronoun. But if anything was possible, surely faces, shapes didn’t matter. They were parlor tricks. He understood it then. The potential, the utter, unbelievable freedom to be whoever existed underneath his skin.