“The Serpent raises its head from the water and slides onto the ice, the stars blazing above in the night sky. The Turtle sinks… — Kylie Chan Copy Share Image
“The water brightened. The Serpent drifted upwards. The sunlight made streaks of vivid blue in the water. The Serpent reached the surface and lay,… — Kylie Chan Copy Share Image
“What? Oh shit, my head. Can't you just leave me alone, woman? I'm dying here.” — Kylie Chan Copy Share Image
“If I don't talk to him, he'll start contacting both of you telepathically and I know what a pain in the ass that is.” — Kylie Chan Copy Share Image
“At the bottom of the Mariana Trench, where the water is freezing and dark, a great black Serpent sleeps in the mud.” — Kylie Chan Copy Share Image
“The Serpent woke. It raised its head from the silky soft mud, then slithered forward, leaving an elegant trail. It threw itself up into… — Kylie Chan Copy Share Image
“What the hell were you doing at the Hurrah? You won't find a date there, none of them are into chicks.” — Kylie Chan Copy Share Image
“Disaster area. I've seen some messy offices, Leo, but his absolutely has to win first prize.” — Kylie Chan Copy Share Image
“The Turtle raises its head above the water and watches the glittering coloured lights beneath the blazing stars of the Northern Heavens, wondering why… — Kylie Chan Copy Share Image
“Oh, he thinks if he throws enough obnoxious sexist rubbish at me I'll call him out, and then I'm to blame for all the… — Kylie Chan Copy Share Image
“The Serpent slides through the black icy water of the Antarctic, wreathed in permanent darkness. The Turtle hides from the weak Arctic sun beneath… — Kylie Chan Copy Share Image
“You have thirty minutes. You do not have time for back rubs. Oh, next time remember to button your boxers, okay? The servants would… — Kylie Chan Copy Share Image
“The Serpent sleeps buried in the silken mud at the bottom of the sea. The water is freezing and dark and suffocating. The Serpent… — Kylie Chan Copy Share Image
“The Serpent lies on the carpet, alone. The city lights shine through the windows. It raises its head and tastes things gone; it drops… — Kylie Chan Copy Share Image
