HEY FUCKERS! I need you to read this & give some feedback! I made the cover artwork and if your a fan of gritty, victorian-ish, almost steampunk like horror - youll be all "omg kassandra thanks for the suggestion your my heroe!" So with rambling done, here is a small Snippet to wet your palette :
“Pure Mnemosynetic fluid with a Tinctura Antiperiodica and Ticture of Opium.” He took a longing, amorous breath. “Mnemo-Vitae. The blue comes from the poppies you know?” The phial twirled in his hands as he smiled at his little creation. “You see, it's two weeks since our little arrangement was made and it's about time that you should have gone out to get more of the Mnemosyne. And from what I see in this vile, you haven't gotten any like I told you to.”
Hammond's mind fumed at the non-nonchalant attitude of the Resurrectionist. With such a casual and cold temper he would have a Marshal of the Edicts go out and simply jab a needle into an innocent victims neck and draw out the stuff of their very memories.
The bastard was insane and a wave of equal parts rage, revolt, and regret crashed on his weary shoulders.
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