Those of you interested in psychedelic mushrooms, protests, and corrupt governments may want to give it a read. Also, the fine folks at Interstellar Fiction fired a few questions at me.

The sun seared them, launching cavalcades of crooked and staggering pagan monsters down its shards, unfurling and unloading the energy upon the turbulent city. Rin heard faint moaning and elongated pronunciations in the wind, as if urging him on. He blinked, stopping the hallucination, which wasted no time in starting again. Or so he thought.