A Love Like Bruises

The Daasi killed millions of humans. I just want to talk with one.

  • Excerpt

    “I don’t imagine you’re here to release me,” the Daasi said when the guard was gone. Now that the alien was standing I saw that he was taller than in the log-images I’d spent half my life pouring over. He was picking at his very silver teeth with very sharp claws, the bifurcated tongue lolling around in his very pink mouth. He had a wet smell to him, like damp leaves. Were it not for the cage, he could break my neck in two seconds. Maybe he was contemplating how to do exactly that.

    But I couldn’t consider that a possibility. “No. I’m here to talk.”