“What could be more intimate, more placental? This steamy, candlelit cradle she'd made use, twins tied in the womb. Grooming each other, letting the soil and torment that is the world's indifference disappear down the drain. Here, at last, was… — Nick Fowler Copy Share Image
“Having you in my life is so comforting, because it's like you feel and say all the same things I always did, but hearing… — Nick Fowler Copy Share Image
“What could be more intimate, more placental? This steamy, candlelit cradle she'd made use, twins tied in the womb. Grooming each other, letting the… — Nick Fowler Copy Share Image
“I wondered just how much of her I'd invented. Had I only mastered some skill for awing myself? Or would this creature, Camilla, like… — Nick Fowler Copy Share Image
