Rhiannon Rasmussen

a dark science-fiction novella about corporate colonialism and bug aliens
feelings about art/writing and publishing, boiled into words
"My wife ripped Izuvechov apart. They were both so happy."
Your brother's bones turn as smoothly and shine as brightly as the oil-coated joints of the mechanism they guide.
The end of a war, the end of understanding...?
Two forms of life, incompatible with each other, collide.
A ghost, an alchemist, and an obsession.
The Snow Queen, from the coolest character's point of view

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