Anathemaphilia, or, how I learned to love the Beast who so loved the world

by Viy Sitante Crunch. Gronch. Crack-schlick-slurp. Harsh and quick is the separation between meat and mouth, with further sounds similar to a garbage compactor when the bones break. When the massive creature in front of Max Arizmendi finishes its current mouthful, a booming gulp reaches his ears—finally causing him to blink, before he continues to […]


A New Bride of the Night

by Viy Sitante Love7