Azza-Jono

The Living City. She's divided like the brain by the monolithic Wall. But no barrier is truly impenetrable. High-tech assassins stalk Her streets, magickians commune with Her strange powers, despots and revolutionaries undo themselves in their quests to tame Her influence over Her denizens. Lines between art and science and religion and wakefulness and dream and sex blur until, before you know it, you have become one of Her Hypnagogic Citizenry.

One day, Emory was in the bath. Melanee had a sweet bathroom setup, Emory thought. There was a television mounted to the wall so that you could watch…
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It was dusk on what Emory recalled as a Saturday. She was on the backyard patio in cutoffs and a bikini top, staring through the smoke of her shrinking…
Much of the day, Emory had little to do. So she would play this old school turn-based strategy game called Master of Magic on her laptop and listen to…
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Their lovemaking had been brief but very gratifying. Johny went down on her until she was about to come, then she topped Johny until she did. They lay…
Emory hadn’t talked much with Johny in the last six months. The last time they’d seen each other had gone about as badly as it could have, with Emory…
Whenever she would read an article, especially one written by someone that she respected, and they would start to talk about gender, it would make her…
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“Hey,” Emory said with some caution, “can I help you with something?” The person looked up at Emory, then said in what Emory read as an elderly…
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