In Ixion music and party are our only beliefs. Darkness is our comfort. We have few rules but they are absolute. Your endocrine systems have been altered by changes to your hypothalamus. You no longer need to sleep or see… — Marianne de Pierres Copy Share Image
“You slow. Is Dangerous." His tentacles curled down, gripping the ends of the wood. As they watched he slid off the crate and nudged… — Marianne de Pierres Copy Share Image
“People are sometimes really different from what you first think. You have to give them a chance.” — Marianne de Pierres Copy Share Image
Ixion exists as an antidote to the rules and conventions of other places. We believe that indulging in pleasure will make better people. Self-denial… — Marianne de Pierres Copy Share Image
“She’d never seen such a thing back on Grave; a flower that bloomed only at night.” — Marianne de Pierres Copy Share Image
“We all pretend things sometimes. And sometimes we leave thing too late.” — Marianne de Pierres Copy Share Image
“Something from out in the dark brushed her throat, damp fingers smearing her with warm wetness. She started, raising a hand against it, but… — Marianne de Pierres Copy Share Image
“Naif felt his tentacle caress her again, This time, though, he was holding something as well. It was rough hessian and the smell from… — Marianne de Pierres Copy Share Image
Rules? Ixion is supposed to be free of rules, yet it seems as strict as Grave in its own way and more...more dangerous. — Marianne de Pierres Copy Share Image
