Where do you go when the going gets painful? And how do you get back?
Between a rock and some very sharp objects - you've been captured by the Alliance, you're mostly paralyzed, and there are some nasty tools hanging on the wall. Where do you go when the going gets painful? And how do you get back?
WARNING: This is a graphic, literally visceral, albeit lighthearted, story about torture (albeit somewhat lighthearted). Definitely not suitable for children.
B. Morris Allen is a biochemist turned activist turned lawyer turned foreign aid consultant, and frequently wonders whether it's time for a new career. He's been traveling since birth, and has lived on five continents. When he can, he makes his home on the Oregon coast. In between journeys, he edits Metaphorosis magazine, and works on his own speculative stories of love and disaster. His dark fantasy novel Susurrus came out in 2017.