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224 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 19, 2014
"Eleven years ago, aliens landed on Earth..."

"There’s a good, clean, gentle silence. Diamond dust falls between us, the frozen air glittering. And in this moment, everything is easy, and beautiful, and nothing hurts.
It won’t last.
But I try to make it."


"That moment in history is shared among you. It ties you to each other. We hope you make many such memories here. We will advise you to interact with the other race. This may make you uncomfortable. This may make you afraid. But know this - fear is a positive thing. To the Gutters, emotion is energy, food, the very lifeblood in their bodies. To humans, emotions like fear change you, challenge you, and forge you into better people. So don’t be afraid of fear. Embrace it.”

Brown eyes. I do a double take.
They aren’t quite brown, more like rust. The irises streak with red, like the color of blood. They belong to a male Gutter. His eyes are shadowed by thick lashes and long bangs, his hair unkempt and messy. He’s slouched, elbows on the table behind him. His body is lean, like he doesn’t eat properly. His cheekbones are razor sharp and his shoulders are broad, his expression completely bored on his olive skin.






"Suddenly I’m so much closer than I was to him, my body moving without my direction. Our shoulders touch, my chest glancing his. My EVE organ feels weightless, light and bouncy beneath my ribs. Shadus’ eyes widen as my face nears, and then, just when I think he’s going to back off or call me a disgusting human, he reaches his hand up to barely graze my cheek.
And it is the end of me."

But they’re more than just mates. They’re extra limbs, extensions of each other and at the same time, mirror reflections. Two faces of one coin and all that. Even when they’re far away, they’re always with each other. That is how deep their bond is.

“It sounds like Creeps. Crepes. Creeps,” He tries experimentally.
There’s a silence.
“That was my attempt at human humor.”

"I don’t comment on the way his hand seems to fit nicely over mine - like two pieces of a puzzle."
"I’d been paralyzed by that touch in the strangest way; my every nerve on fire and frozen all at once."



'But they’re more than just mates. They’re extra limbs, extensions of each other and at the same time, mirror reflections. Two faces of one coin and all that. Even when they’re far away, they’re always with each other. That is how deep their bond is.'
Brown eyes. I do a double take.
They aren’t quite brown, more like rust. The irises streak with red, like the color of blood. They belong to a male Gutter. His eyes are shadowed by thick lashes and long bangs, his hair unkempt and messy. He’s slouched, elbows on the table behind him. His body is lean, like he doesn’t eat properly. His cheekbones are razor sharp and his shoulders are broad, his expression completely bored on his olive skin.

“It sounds like Creeps. Crepes. Creeps,” He tries experimentally.
There’s a silence.
“That was my attempt at human humor.”
“They judge with their eyes alone. There is nothing wrong with you. There is something very wrong with them.”
'"How were the cameras taken care of?" I ask. "I mean, I know you guys can climb walls of whatever -"
"We don't 'climb walls', we use the sum attractive force between epidermal molecules to -"
I give him the 'don't test me after a long night' look.
"We climb walls," He says quickly.'
'Brown eyes. I do a double take.
They aren't quite brown, more like rust. The irises streak with red, like the color of blood.'
"If all I need to do is smile, your culture is highly dependent on the shallowness of outer appearances.”
“Yeah,” I laugh. “We know. A million dead philosophers have told us before.”


“Nice work.” I straighten out of his grasp and smile. “Ten points to Slytherin for teamwork.”
“I was slithering, was I?” He cocks his head.
“That’s because you’re Gutters and you’re weird,” I hiss. “Good weird. Uh. Not bad weird. You just have different standards. I’m not so popular with the humans, okay? Never have been. I’m the weird emo goth girl who’s too tall and wears too much black.”
“Why would being tall matter? Or wearing black?”



