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350 pages, Kindle Edition
Published September 2, 2025
My throat burned with some vague emotion, ambiguous loss and deep gratitude for their acceptance, like I had become a part of their shock. Together, our presence was a stark contrast to the void above and below—stars aflame in a cold universe that felt both endless and suffocating.
Epiphany struck me as I realized what I had misunderstood for years. Evocation didn’t cause me to lose control of my emotions. Evocation was emotion. It was the physical manifestation of what I felt. No wonder I was angry all the time. No wonder I was miserable, restless, frustrated, aching to either smash something or run away. All this time I had tried to reject my own emotions instead of working through them like an adult.
Neesee had an almost cartoonish, futuristic vibe blended with the strangest greenspace planning I’d ever seen. The city itself reminded me vaguely of Prague, with its eclectic combination of dingy, gothic architecture and newer, cleaner buildings, but they were all capped with solar panels and rainwater catchment systems. The roads were impeccably maintained, with a smooth, almost polished concrete—likely the work of Transformation.
Negative emotions are like those evil gnomes from Feldákin—the lavender ones with the striped feet. If you pay too much attention to them, they multiply, then strike you down in the middle of the night.
Revenge is the war that you
wage on your grief.
It knocks down the pillars beneath
your own feet.
And when you awaken to learn
what you’ve reaped,
you find only nightmares where
dreams used to sleep.