Don't Call Me Misty
In the not-too-distant future, a private investigator and his non-corporeal partner are confronted by danger stemming from the traumatic event that transformed their lives in an unimaginable way. Will this surprise confrontation spell doom for our hero – or will he live to investigate another day?
The passenger sitting next to me was quiet. Then again, she's always quiet because she lacks the anatomy necessary to vocalize. I turned my gaze away from the forward portal to look at her. She was getting much better at manifesting the form and image of a woman. She was still working on generating color – in this instance she looked like a tinted, time-worn photograph. Color aside, her face was well defined, hair flowed down around her shoulders, and her body appeared to be covered in a tight-fitting body suit.
I resisted a sudden urge to reach out to her because I knew my hand would pass through her body. She was a sentient being composed of mist, mist that she could shape into any form she imagined. She hadn't always been a creature of mist – she was a flesh-and-blood woman before the "accident." Her name back then was Shannon, but these days I call her "Misty." She hated that name.
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The passenger sitting next to me was quiet. Then again, she's always quiet because she lacks the anatomy necessary to vocalize. I turned my gaze away from the forward portal to look at her. She was getting much better at manifesting the form and image of a woman. She was still working on generating color – in this instance she looked like a tinted, time-worn photograph. Color aside, her face was well defined, hair flowed down around her shoulders, and her body appeared to be covered in a tight-fitting body suit.
I resisted a sudden urge to reach out to her because I knew my hand would pass through her body. She was a sentient being composed of mist, mist that she could shape into any form she imagined. She hadn't always been a creature of mist – she was a flesh-and-blood woman before the "accident." Her name back then was Shannon, but these days I call her "Misty." She hated that name.
Don't Call Me Misty
In the not-too-distant future, a private investigator and his non-corporeal partner are confronted by danger stemming from the traumatic event that transformed their lives in an unimaginable way. Will this surprise confrontation spell doom for our hero – or will he live to investigate another day?
The passenger sitting next to me was quiet. Then again, she's always quiet because she lacks the anatomy necessary to vocalize. I turned my gaze away from the forward portal to look at her. She was getting much better at manifesting the form and image of a woman. She was still working on generating color – in this instance she looked like a tinted, time-worn photograph. Color aside, her face was well defined, hair flowed down around her shoulders, and her body appeared to be covered in a tight-fitting body suit.
I resisted a sudden urge to reach out to her because I knew my hand would pass through her body. She was a sentient being composed of mist, mist that she could shape into any form she imagined. She hadn't always been a creature of mist – she was a flesh-and-blood woman before the "accident." Her name back then was Shannon, but these days I call her "Misty." She hated that name.
The passenger sitting next to me was quiet. Then again, she's always quiet because she lacks the anatomy necessary to vocalize. I turned my gaze away from the forward portal to look at her. She was getting much better at manifesting the form and image of a woman. She was still working on generating color – in this instance she looked like a tinted, time-worn photograph. Color aside, her face was well defined, hair flowed down around her shoulders, and her body appeared to be covered in a tight-fitting body suit.
I resisted a sudden urge to reach out to her because I knew my hand would pass through her body. She was a sentient being composed of mist, mist that she could shape into any form she imagined. She hadn't always been a creature of mist – she was a flesh-and-blood woman before the "accident." Her name back then was Shannon, but these days I call her "Misty." She hated that name.
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| BN ID: | 2940185622698 |
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| Publisher: | Fear Ink |
| Publication date: | 01/29/2024 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| File size: | 771 KB |
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