Hot for Slayer

by Ali Hazelwood

We understand that time is a flat circle. We have witnessed civilizations rise, plateau, fall, then plateau again on their way back up.

All that transformative, life-changing power is like a current coursing through our veins, and a luscious juxtaposition to the fixed immutability of our own existence.

what’s a girl to do when the only constant presence during the last millennium of her life has been a guy who’s contractually mandated to murder her?

My motto is: If I have to suck someone dry every few weeks, why not make it a Goldman Sachs executive?