Zoe Cannon may or may not be a supervillain out to conquer the world through writing. When not writing, they can be found perfecting their schemes for world domination, plotting against their archenemies, and staying up too late reading a book. Their secret lair is rumored to be located somewhere in southern New Hampshire. They also write as their mild-mannered alter ego, Z. J. Cannon.
The Life in the Void and the Spaces Between
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- Date de parution23/08/2024
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- ÉditeurDraft2Digital
Résumé
Men belong to the gods. Women belong to the goddesses. To whom does Keyna belong?For two glorious years, Keyna belonged to the Nameless One. As is required of everyone on the cusp of adulthood, they traveled to the Front to fight the horrors beyond this universe who wage constant war on humanity, their soul on loan to the most mysterious of all the deities. and the most feared. The other conscripts returned shaken and scarred, eager to put their ordeal behind them.
For Keyna, those two years were the only time they felt truly alive. But every soldier's soul must return to its rightful owner, no matter how they feel about it. Unless the Nameless One does something unprecedented. This short story is 7, 100 words long. It is also available in Queerdark, a dark queer fantasy collection.
For Keyna, those two years were the only time they felt truly alive. But every soldier's soul must return to its rightful owner, no matter how they feel about it. Unless the Nameless One does something unprecedented. This short story is 7, 100 words long. It is also available in Queerdark, a dark queer fantasy collection.






















