The Exorcism of Faeries (Morbid Realities, #1)

by J.L. Vampa

That was when Atta saw it. The blossom sprouting from his lungs. Not a phantom or a trick of the lamplight. Not even a seedling-looking thing one could pass off as an abnormal growth of some sort. No, it was a macabre bloom of foreign flora that had taken root in the man’s lung, and flowered.

How could he react any other way when there were vines wrapped around the man’s spine? Vines. Clawing their way up toward his heart—one even reaching for it. As if it was almost, almost there before the man died.

“All right, fuck off then.” He made a shooing motion and dropped his glasses onto the mess of papers, shucking his tweed jacket and rolling the sleeves of his shirt up his forearms.

YES PROFESSOR

It is said they are but lore. It is said they are but demons. This is but a plague. Wayward spirits. Ghosts. Spectres. Ghouls. The truth beckons Tick flick tick The clock keeps time with the candle Until they all get sick Wax slides down the gilded stick And the Fae invade with bramble

“Hey, what do you know about a Professor Murdoch?” Imogen tipped the last of her wine into her mouth, her lips purple when she finally responded. “Dr Frankenstein?”