“Whatever is at the other end has smelled us, I can tell. It’s coming. It knows here is a world fresh, unexploited, possibly delicious. It’s already in the nurse, her blood, her dreams. She’s probably gonna become my wife.”
“Whatever is at the other end has smelled us, I can tell. It’s coming. It knows here is a world fresh, unexploited, possibly delicious. It’s already in the nurse, her blood, her dreams. She’s probably gonna become my wife.”
E/S
Excelsior Smith was born an hour outside of Boston but he and his mother quickly became nomads. He doesn't remember much about Tucson and everything about Hawaii. There, he had a small white terrier as a pet. There, he collected comic books and ate guavas fresh off the branch. Then they moved to California, high school was all right, college didn’t happen but life did. He is now a storyteller, proud father of a wilding, and an occasional poet. He resides in Santa Barbara, California.