Bawden, when asked what he saw beneath the dark water
of the Thames, demurred at first; then simply lied, claiming to
have seen demons cavorting in the brimstone seas of Hell; but in
his final extremity confessed to seeing light – pure light, light
without heat and light without fire, pouring forth from a ragged
tear in the sky.

Prose and poetry about bitter love and glorious grief.

62 pages and title, including work published on Twitter and unpublished anywhere. Come for the militarized psychic sissy academy, stay for mecha-demon combat in a hellish universe where human life is cheaper than water.

Pay what you want / suggested donation $6 / free downloads OK!