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Maze  — ebook copy  (link takes you to Amazon.com)

In a modern day American city, there are those who track and hunt down humans for their fear. They are indiscernible from you and me. This is the story of Ame, an unusual girl with a tendency to fall for all the wrong ones. Her abduction was foretold by the voices in her head. She has the same light in her eyes that marks them. She wants only to capture your fear… and maybe your heart.

In this sequel to Katya Mills’ urban fantasy, Daughter of Darkness, Ame has fallen in love with a young man who shares the dark gift. He skateboards into her life and they roam the streets together. Conflicted by her own violent nature, she has become nevertheless intoxicated by the ways. She thirsts after ‘the tangy energetic’. A death dealer of a different kind prowls around the boarding house where Ame and her boyfriend live. Meanwhile her best friend, Bless, vies for her attention.

Hendrix, a bloodhound for tracking fear, inadvertently leads Ame to Kell, a kindred spirit in the grips of a terrible addiction. She takes her little sister with green eyes under her wing. Just as Ame seems to have found her rhythm in the chaos surrounds her, someone very close to her disappears. In her search for her loved one she uncovers a secret, revealed on the tapes of a security camera, which threatens to uproot her, once again.

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Katya W. Mills

8 three

i am constituted of methods mistaken for madness by those who believe so strongly in ideas they have fixed to a chain in the backyard. we are not made up of thoughts of us. they can cuss you out to kingdom come. cursing’s what they made of. go and live your life. I am constituted of good will and fire in the belly for a creative compelling outcome, manufacturing something rare of high quality…

 

hopefully worthwhile.

 

-kwm. 2018

fortune

befalls you
each morning
when you
come to

slap your face
drink your dreary coffee
black

eat twice as much
oatmeal

still you lack
cut yourself
no slack

assembly line of life
wants you back
jack…

don’t go

 

give yourself a

staycation

a lavender mud mask

write a book

count all your pennies

shout Foucault to the rooftops

 

leave us your history

of madness

 

bipolar. foaming

life and all its head aching
enormity

dull like old world
war weaponry
under glass

twist the cork to
the pop

bubbles burst over West Hollywood
neurotransmitters desperate
to breathe

out the dizzy head
gasping

the flutes
fighting for air

now i can do anything i
can write a book i
can read a book i
can call ten hundred acquaintances
make them friends
make them family i
can be anyone i
ecstatic applause
then static

underwater
ina drought
perspiring

life and all its head aching
enormity

dull like old world
war weapons
under glass

twist the cork
pop

bubbles burst over Hollywood
neurotransmitters desperate
to breathe

out the dizzy heads
gasping i

fighting for air i
in the gutter
below the booths

ecstatic applause
then static

underwater i
ina drought i am
perspiring i

effervescence
Hollywood
shouting and calling
singing

the flutes spill over
and over with
foam

effervescence
Hollywood
laughing and screaming
screaming and i

and i
i

the flutes spill over
and over with
foam