Let us not forget that MAZE is coming…

[…Maia Station struggles to survive the inhospitable winter in the maze, stumbles into a cave, finding…]

            Light flickered in the dark, a puff of neon cotton floating in the air like a wind-blown seed.


            It was speaking, I think. I could hear something like a voice at the edge of sound, pulsing like an engine in the background of the air.

            “Did you say something?” It hurt to speak. My throat burned. I was rasping. I couldn’t understand myself. I thought I tasted blood in my throat from speaking.

            I listened closely.

            Put-me-in-your-lung-put-me-in-your-lung-put-me-in-your-lung-put me-in…

            “What are you?” My lips cracked, and I was bleeding. I licked at the blood with my tongue. It tasted good.

            Help-me-put-me-in-your-lung-help-me-help-me-put-me-in-your-lung-help…

            I wanted to. I wanted to help the light. I had been a helpful person on the station, where we were friendly to each other and tried to help. Whatever it was, I couldn’t help it. How could I help the light if I was dying? “No,” I said. I curled away. I was in a strange land. I was starving to death. “You need to help me. I need food and water. I’m dying.”

            Please-help-me-please-put-me-in-your-lung…

            The light came closer to me. I backed away farther.

            “Help me, and I’ll help you.”

            The light quieted, like it was thinking.

            Follow. 

[…Coming in March from Apex Books…]

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