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The Comfort Of The Knife by MxOberon
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“Come on little brute, you can’t sleep forever.”

The voice delivers the words perfectly, likely to torture me, but I can’t find it in myself to resist them. Opening my eyes, I discover myself and Nadia are curled up on our sides, arms crossing as we hug a girl? Maybe yes, a girl in some gender way, but not a mortal woman. Her skin is a glossy black—in fact it’s rather slick to the touch—patterned through with speckles of red reminiscent of the “eyes” in Sphinx’s fur and feather patterns. In thinking of wings, I note that what I’m laying on is soft, so soft. I look down, my eyes focusing, and see that we rest on wings. Great wings stretching from her back, another set from her waist, and even her hair forms together to make yet another pair; six in total, shimmering in the rich golds and crimsons of fire. The rest of her hair, cut in a swoopy semi-irregular manner, hides her face. 

“Up up, little brute, consciousness is still yet in hand.”

So I push to my knees, and look up toward consciousness, toward the voice, and I can’t believe it. Looming above me, is Secretary as I left them, a gaping gory hole in their chest. Though they smile at me with a curdled love, as they say, “There we go, little brute, now wake them up. We have a lot of work to see to.”

And that's the end of book 1. I hope everyone had a good time, good feelings, and that you'll stay with me when we move into book 2: The Temptation in Choice. Where the Nadias will rise to face a very changed world bereft their old friends and allies, but will go on to make some new ones because this is a Living Revelation baby and that's what our girls will do. Live.

In the meantime, keep your eyes peeled for when I post a fun little author's note describing my thoughts, what went into making Comfort, and other little things that bump about in my noggin. After which do settle in for a bit of a long winter before book 2 comes out. However, for those who can't wait, I do sincerely say to check out the patreon where I've been posting the post-book 1 interlude stories that'll be in the collection I'm calling Seasons of Apocalypse. It's composed of three interludes, two of them short stories and one of them a full novella, and looking at being about 30k+ words in length. Get to read about what spy action and complex web of conspiracies that Tsumugi has found herself in within the short "Schemes of Autumn". Then buckle in for the 21k monster of a novella where we catch up with what Melissa did post-Nadia's demise as she crosses the country to Threyo and encounters a professor with many secrets in "Colors of Winter". Before we close it up in the, soon to be released to patreon, short story following Amber/Redacted as she sweeps across the stage in the short "A Spring Masquerade". There's action, there's romance, there's some wet and sexy times, but above all there's those classic Comfort winks and clues to what'll be in store for Nadia in the strange new world her actions have pushed everyone into. 

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