Author's note: This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities to real people, places or events is entirely coincidental. Aspects of this story are inspired by the novel "Frankenstein; Or, The Modern Prometheus" by Mary Shelly, which is in the public domain.
I consider this story both horror and erotica, two genres that I believe share very similar head-space. Mental and emotional neighbors, so to speak. In that spirit, I feel it's my obligation to preface this with, perhaps not a warning, but a suggestion that if graphic explorations of horror and sexuality are not to your taste, then this is likely not the story for you.
It is a story about adults, written for a adults. It is over 26k words and is the first in a planned trilogy.
The cover was designed by me, using a photograph graciously provided by Kimberley Joanne Sinclair (xkimjoanne.deviantart.com)