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A millenia-old vampire desperate to find a way to feed on humans who’ve exchanged their flesh for robotic bodies. A little girl who can see the embodiment of Death himself. An antisocial loner has prophetic dreams of an apocalyptic flood. A new social media platform that can leech life right out of you.
Along with other twisted tales, The Inside Out Worlds stretches the bounds of our reality.
From the author of The Four Suitors comes a delightfully dark collection of short stories. Sophie Jupillat Posey takes you on a journey into dystopian science fiction worlds and twisted landscapes of magical realism. With a fascination to explore the more vulnerable dark parts of the human psyche, Posey weaves stories full of dread with dashes of warm optimism.
Dive into these inside out worlds, and find a reason to hope even in the darkest hour.
Genre: FICTION / Gothic#11,673 in Gothic Fiction
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The Angel and the Sphinx
He’d destroyed the world once for her, and he would have destroyed it again, if it had not been for his conscience. For an angel, conscience was a fabricated thing, a useless human concept. But Adiphael was not an ordinary angel. He’d lived among humans, casting aside his majestic wings, casting aside his celestial form to walk the Earth and learn from men. But Adiphael, with his fair visage and translucent hands, had learned of pettiness and battles, ignorance of the heart and of the world. He’d walked among men and clothed himself in his curiosity and disappointment. He’d walked from Aethiopia, Lutetia, Orlivka, Hibera, Kelin, Clysma, Sharuna, the Huanbei, the Zhuxian. He’d lived with palettes of faces, voices, thoughts. He’d brushed by lives that died and lived again even as he never aged.
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Despite his many wearisome travels, Adiphael did not know where he came from. He did not know if other angels like him existed. Of his birth, he could remember nothing, only coming to consciousness during the Vedic age in Bharatavarsha, confused and alone next to the Indus River. All he knew was the name of his form and a hazy purpose: angel. As an angel he knew he had to protect, to be a messenger, to fight battles. For whom, or why, he did not know.
He’d sought knowledge of his origins in his travels, but all for naught. He’d known no affection for anything, or anyone, except for the fire of knowledge, which Prometheus had stolen from the gods. Adiphael knew not who his masters were, and so he roamed, seeking but not finding. Gods abounded in the various celestial realms, in their infinite, confusing glory, along with their servants. But nowhere did Adiphael find other angels like himself. He identified with the Greek gods as they were when the great civilization of Athens believed in them, giving them life.
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Portuguese
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Danilo Téo
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by Cristina García Losada
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Author review: Smooth, flowing translation. Prompt communication and respected deadlines. It was a breeze working with Cristina! |
