“Something from out in the dark brushed her throat, damp fingers smearing her with warm wetness. She started, raising a hand against it, but touched nothing. A teasing whisper in her ear – no, more a thought. Come to me… — 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
