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.

Outside, the campus was bustling with students, a hint of the approaching autumn on the wind, stirring the leaves that would soon lose their chlorophyll and show the world how beautiful it is to die.

Emmy rolled her eyes and sat up on the bed. “I didn’t say slutty or that you have to fuck him. It has very little to do with who the man is, anyway. It’s about her, the woman in the scenario. When a woman feels sexy, she feels confident and in control. It puts a spell on men. It has nothing to do with sex and everything to do with power. It’s just another tool in a woman’s arsenal.” She laid back, resting on her elbows. “You clearly have the brains. Make people see you.”

Professor Sonder Murdoch was the cliff-jump that terrified, the majestic wolf that captivated, the risk you knew might kill you, yet you couldn’t pass it up.

“Sometimes fear cleanses the soul, Atta. It reminds us to look at the important things we took for granted while at peace.”

Fucking hell she was beautiful when she was angry. But not as beautiful as when she laughed.

If Sonder Murdoch was the dark lord, her soul was begging to be burned to ash.

“If you so much as look at her the wrong way, I’m the one who will make you wish you were dead. That’s who the fuck I am.”

Poetry wasn’t in life; it was in what we’ve made of the past, lending it romanticism instead of watching it burn and lie in the ashes. He shouldn’t have brought her into this, this girl made up of poetry and bones, flowers and viscera, everything beautiful and meaningful in life.

“How I thought I was destined to be alone, but it turns out I was starving all these years, waiting for you?”

Loved each other countless times in countless other lives, other realities.