The Queen of the Underverse - Chapter 7
- Donovan Evans-Foto Dono
- Jul 22
- 20 min read
Updated: Sep 13
Notes From Foto Dono: 👋 Hey there! Just a quick peek behind the curtain 🪄—I usually write these blog posts a few days ahead, while the chapters themselves are already rewritten, polished, and occasionally wrestled into submission.
As I format everything for the blog (and hunt down the right images 🖼️), I often sneak in a bit of bonus content too. It takes time—and a few digital helpers like Grammarly and ChatGPT 🤖—to make sure I’m not mixing up “there,” “their,” and “they're.” They do their best (and sometimes a bit too much 😅), but in the end, the voice is mine.
Take Chapter 7: it clocks in at a hefty 4,875 words! Trimming that to 1,800 might please the algorithm gods, but it wouldn’t sound like me. So, Skynet can chill—I’m doing this my way 💪✨
This story follows Rebecca Lopez’s wild journey through the Underverse—but it’s also a story I’m telling to my son. You all are just along for the ride.
Hope you’re enjoying the journey as well! 🚀🌙
Previously on The Queen of the Underverse…
Commander Rebecca Lopez, lost in space after a disaster, stepped through a mysterious Doorwhere and into the strange, sentient world of the Underverse. Guided by Chalky and marked by glowing patterns on her skin, Rebecca buried a queen, "borrowed" a magical motorcycle. She reluctantly began a journey through a land ruled by moods and memory. Her desperation to return home has only grown—but so has the sense that she’s being watched, manipulated, or maybe hunted. Rebecca is ready to take one more chance… no matter the cost.
Ye saga continues...
Chapter 7 - These Are The Voyages
Headed down a bumpy dirt track in the Underverse, Rebecca and Chalky made their way to Amberford on a uniquely stylized motorcycle with a sidecar.
It was called an aethercycle and looked like it had rumbled from a dream that some eccentric sky captain had forgotten to finish. Its bones were unmistakably those of an old Ural motorcycle—broad-shouldered, squat-wheeled, with a sidecar that looked like it had seen both war and wedding processions. But the similarities ended there.
Gone was the thumping combustion engine. In its place, nestled where pistons once pounded, sat what Chalky and Queen's Residence called a “spherical aether core”, suspended in a ring of gilded runes and humming sigils. The orb glowed with a soft inner light, like a miniature sun having a thoughtful day. It spun slowly, not because it had to—but because it knew you were watching.
The handlebars were still there, wrapped in cracked leather and etched with old runes for guidance, speed, and please don’t explode. Instead of throttle cables, fine strands of silver thread ran from the grips into the engine’s housing, reacting more to intent than pressure. A soft twist, a firm thought, and the cycle responded—lurching forward or gliding sideways, even lifting an inch or two off the ground when the mood struck.
The sidecar, meanwhile, had opinions. Carved from ancient driftwood and reinforced with brass filigree, it had a small seat, a small footrest, and a slightly judgmental teacup holder that never quite fit anything right. A wind-up lantern perched at the front like a figurehead, its glass lens blinking now and then, as if trying to stay awake. Additionally, an impossible hidden trunk located in the back holds far more than it seems possible.
The tires? Not quite tires. They were rune rings of compressed bark and resin, turning silently over air and light. On gravel roads, they purred; on cobblestones, they giggled.
When it moved, the aethercycle let out a whispering whoosh—like a library sighing. The trail it left behind shimmered faintly, a barely visible ribbon of potential, curling behind it like forgotten music.
No smoke, no noise, unless she pushed it. Just speed, magic, and a faint smell of cinnamon.
The landscape of the Underverse wasn't that much different from Earth if you didn't count the large pink sun in the sky. Trees still looked like trees, Rebecca mused. The sky was still blue. Oh, it was a more intense blue, like a cobalt or a royal blue. Ok, so the flower colors were weird, too. "The sand-colored bird with a red feather that flew past them earlier made that awful sound; what did Chalky call it? A sandsinger?" She shook her head. How did I get here? It was something Rebecca was asking herself repeatedly.
Yesterday, they were still at the Queen's Residence. Chalky had been spot on about the Kitchen; it had cleaned her space suit and the clothes she wore inside there. The best part? Her family photo was still intact.
She was still wearing the periwinkle shirt and the emerald pants, but she could use the NASA vest she had been wearing. The other NASA attire really wasn't going to be suitable for a trip outdoors. Thankfully, she could use her underwear. The one Chalky provided was way too scratchy in all the wrong places. She looked in a mirror. With her mismatched outfit, she felt like one of those characters from the Max movies that Mark and Mitchel love. Firecloak wrote a message across her hand: Looks Good.
"Uh, thanks," she said. Hopefully, these new clothes would last throughout the trip, but she also planned to find some additional garments elsewhere. She tucked the family photo into her breast pocket and the key into her back pocket. Additionally, she wore the signet ring that the Queen had given her.
Her ‘new’ skin continued to unsettle her, mainly when it emitted strange purring sounds. She caressed her arm and muttered, “Good kitty,” as the noise slightly increased. She decided against doing that again. Her vision and hearing had greatly improved. Gazing out the window at a mountain among the hills, it felt like using high-powered binoculars. Her enhanced hearing allowed her to even catch Chalky’s voice during the funeral from a distance.
Mercifully, Queen Lyra's funeral was brief yet poignant. In a quiet ceremony, the Queen's Residence and Chalky carefully laid her to rest in the backyard, surrounded by delicate blooms of blue flowers shaped like stars. Chalky delivered a heartfelt eulogy, reminiscing about her time with the Queen and highlighting her kind-hearted nature and unwavering strength. Meanwhile, the Queen's Residence showcased a beautifully crafted sign adorned with elegant lettering, expressing deep gratitude and mourning for their departed leader.
Rebecca had watched from a distance, not because she wanted to give them privacy but because she was furious at the Queen. She couldn't help but feel that she was being manipulated into something. She didn't want to play anyone's games. She wanted to go home. The more she thought about it, the madder she got. Her frustration intensified, causing the intricate patterns etched into her skin to glow faintly. The soft light pulsed rhythmically, echoing her inner turmoil.
Realizing the need to regain control, she took a deep breath, focusing on calming her racing thoughts. Gradually, the luminous patterns began to subside. A wry thought crossed her mind. Great, just what I needed—something new to deal with, she mused, acknowledging the unexpected manifestation of her emotions.
Afterward, she rummaged through Queen Lyra's vast and ornate wardrobe, her fingers grazing the luxurious fabrics and intricate designs. Still, she couldn't find anything that suited her for the upcoming trip. Chalky and the House didn't like that she was, in Queen's Residence's words, "Looting the place," but she pointed out that the Queen would hardly care about the fate of her garments, especially since she was deceased.
The Queen's Residence also officially changed its name to "House." It announced that most of the rooms would be closed tomorrow due to a period of mourning.
However, House had produced a contraption-shaped motorcycle called an Aethercycle with a sidecar mounted to it, along with some boxes that Rebecca and Chalky might find helpful. As House put it on one of its signs: "Loot away, brigand!"
It had been years since she had ridden a motorcycle, and while this one looked familiar, it was entirely different. It had no gas engine; instead, it ran on the aether. Chalky assured her not to worry—unless there was bad weather, they would be fine. She assumed it was solar-powered, but she didn't see any panels. Regardless, it started up, and the sidecar had a trunk. She asked Chalky to gather and move all the boxes into the House. The House, however, did not seem to appreciate that at all.
The signs read: Do I look like a donation center? Take all of it out now! There's a reason we removed that stuff.
Rebecca didn't care. "Look, they are in a room. You are going to delete them anyway. What do you care about it?”
The signs read: That's not the point!
Rebecca ignored House, flashed the signet ring at Chalky, and told her to continue sorting the boxes. She found more oddly colored clothes that would work for her: a few shirts, one pair of pants, and no underwear other than her NASA-issued pair. "Great, now I look even more mismatched," she mused.
She also found a small backpack, Chalky, or she could wear, two helmets with decent riding goggles, and a small pop-up tent with camping gear. She felt disappointed that it wasn't one of those magical movie tents that were larger on the inside. When she tried explaining this to Chalky and House, they told her that it isn't how magic works.
She noticed that Chalky also had a suitcase full of stuff she was bringing, and Rebecca asked why she was bringing that along.
"Why? Because I need stuff too. I'm pretty durable, but not indestructible. If I’m damaged and I get rained on, or take a shower, and then run out into the snow naked, the water can freeze inside me. The expanding water can cause my skin to crack or flake. Plus I've got my polishers and epoxy, sealers, fillings and…"
"Fine, I don't need to know how to fix you. You can do all that yourself, right? You're self-reliant?"
"You betcha!" Chalky saluted her.
She waited by the packed motorcycle while Chalky said her goodbyes to House.
The sign read: Thank you for moving the boxes back.
"No worries, House. I can't believe it after all this time. I mean I knew it was coming, still…"
The sign read: Yes, I know, I feel the same.
"It's funny," Chalky said, "I'm the last attendant out of what? Twenty-five? All those years ago. I never thought I'd be on another adventure. Lyra's Sake."
The sign read: LOL, Well, if you come back this way, and I'm still standing, I'll turn on the Kitchen and put on the kettle, and you can tell me all about it.
"That's nice, House. I feel this will be a long trip, if you know what I mean." Chalky knocked on the House's door one last time, and it closed. Rebecca could see the curtains draw down and turn black.
The sign she could read from where she stood. "No Trespassers, No Solicitation, Enter at your Own Risk Upon Pain of Death. - House."
Chalky approached Rebecca and said brightly, "You ready there, squirt?”
Rebecca was staring back at House. "What with all the drama with the sign?”
"That isn't a drama. House is warning anyone who enters without consent that they are going to die a painful death."
"Yes, but why?”
"Because, House is bigger on the inside. That's how the magic works."
"Huh? But I thought you said that magic doesn't work like that."
"Oh, I get it. That magic you mentioned doesn't work that way. A House is a type of container deity, and they're pretty rare in the Underverse. They live in different spaces, so when you step inside, you're actually inside them. House is even more unique because of its tie to Queen Lyra. House could move around the Underverse when it was the Queen’s Residence. Now, though, House can't move anymore, and the rooms Queen Lyra helped create are fading back into House. Soon, it'll just be a regular container deity again. House said it used to have eight to ten rooms before Queen Lyra moved in."
"Ok, that’s all weird and everything, but why the death notice?”
"Oh, it's in mourning, dear. House loved Queen Lyra. So it's deep within itself. Suppose you opened that door now and walked inside. Well, it wouldn't be pretty.
"How long will House be like this?" Rebecca asked, staring at House.
"How long does it take to get over someone you love?
Rebecca thought of her parents and her grandfather, long gone. You never do. She turned to Chalky. “Hop on. I don’t want the ring to drag you along.”
Chalky rolled her eyes and sighed, “You know it doesn’t work like that either.”
Now, the two were on a dirt road beneath an eerie blue sky with a pink sun that was bigger than Earth’s. She winced as “This definitely isn’t Kansas” flashed through her mind. Taking in her surroundings, Rebecca saw that the road was well-maintained, with only a few potholes.
Thanks to her enhanced vision, she could easily dodge any obstacles ahead. Chalky mentioned they were making good time and estimated they’d reach the Unwritten Library in about five days. If they stopped to do some sightseeing, it might take seven or nine days. Chalky started making a list of incredible places to visit. Rebecca quickly shot that down. There was no way they were going to waste time on that nonsense.
However, they would have to stop in Amberford and do some shopping. It was along the way, according to House's interactive roadmap for their journey. At first, she thought it was like Google Maps, but nope. It was a map that reacted to changes in the surrounding areas. The color scheme was weird. Purple was for rivers; Yellow was for roads and destinations. Cities were marked in red, but other areas, such as this one, were colored blue.
One place called Fiddler's Green was in Orange. It was odd. It kept disappearing. She saw it in one spot for about a second, then it vanished, only to reappear in a different place.
“Oh, that’s Fiddler’s Green.” Said Chalky when she asked if they were still with House.
“I see what it's called. But why did it disappear? It did it again. In a different spot?”
“Ah. First, Fiddler’s Green is a he, not an it. It's crucial to remember when you enter the place. Second, he’s a place.”
“Like House?”
House sign read: I beg your pardon. I should ban you from the premises.
"Oh, House," Chalky admonished. "She doesn't mean to be racist. Fiddler's Green is a location, and it's male. Technically, it's a non-detached place; they prefer the term' soft places.' These places can move around and appear randomly. You can enter them and spend hours, days, or weeks inside, but no time has passed when you return.
Some soft places operate differently; you could spend your whole life in one, and when you return, you might find yourself old and close to death. Those are not as pleasant. Some even dump you out at random moments in your life just for fun, watching the chaos unfold. Generally, these soft places stay at the edges of the map, except for Fiddler's Green. It's known for being a people person."
Yeah, we're not sightseeing around here. She cleared her head to concentrate on the road.
"Gosh, it's a nice day for a drive." Chalky stretched her arms out. The wind was blowing her black hair back. Her marble skin, which she had just finished polishing, gleamed under the pink sun. We could have a picnic." Chalky has changed out of her maid outfit into something more practical—and more flattering colors, Rebecca huffed.
Chalky wore some light brown pants that reminded Rebecca of a pair of jeans, with a red, long-sleeved shirt that buttoned down the middle. It was unbuttoned, and the sleeves were rolled back; she wore a pink shirt underneath that read - 'You really know how to rock a sculpture.' Plus a pair of sensible boots for a day of adventure. She wore a helmet and goggles that made her eyes even more maddening.
“Not happening.” Rebecca didn’t even look back at Chalky.
She went back to thinking about the trip. She would need better clothes for the trip, which meant a trip over the Mountains, plus food. Luckily, House had given them some of the local currency. Queen Lyra had been given gifts for one thing or another and rarely spent much on herself. Well, House had given it to Chalky, who had asked House if he had any. She hadn't thought of it herself. She would like to get something that matched at least.
"Oh, come on, Rebecca!" Chalky raised her voice as Rebecca revved the engine. "I got some nice sandwiches from Kitchen before it closed up. Also, I have a nice bottle of wine from Dream Lord's cellar from his last visit. Besides, you've got to be hungry. You've hardly eaten anything since you got here."
"What is it with you?" Rebecca snarled at her.
"It's been ages since I've been on a road trip. The last one was about 400 years ago with Queen Lyra. That was super fun! She used to tell the best stories."
"Look, I just need to go home." Rebecca looked at her companion. "Can you understand that? I have a family, children, and friends. At this point, they probably think I'm dead now. They don't know I'm alive. I need to get there now," I promised them.
"Sure, sure, but what good are you if you don't care for yourself. You need to eat." Chalky said.
Fuck, and Rebecca slowly brought the aethercycle to a halt. "Fine, but I don't want to dawdle."
Chalky smiled, "Great, just head over to that little hill. It's a great view." She saw Rebecca start to snarl. "That way, you can see if there is any danger coming while you eat. Ok?"
"Fine." Rebecca started the aethercycle up again in the direction of the hill.
Lyra’s Sake, she is so much work. She’s probably going to be the death of me.
Kai helped Asher up to his feet. Asher hadn’t been a young man for some time; he had long passed middle age. A slight paunch and thinning hair at the crown marked the years. Getting up from the floor was a younger person’s pastime. Oh, he could do it, but he used to leave him aching and groaning. His hair was turning gray, and his mustache had gone white a while ago. He had dark olive skin, bore wrinkles, and hazel eyes that used to blaze until a moment ago.
“Sorry about that. Still getting used to this. Nothing broken?” Kai asked Asher.
Asher felt around and firmly stuck his fingers in his mouth, ears, and nose. "Nope, it seems fine. A bit dirty, but serviceable. Still, I haven't checked everywhere." He shook his butt for a bit. "It seems fine. I'll have you look at it if I'm worried."
Asher was in his small warehouse, where he stored supplies and inventory for his stall. Now, some of the items were stained with blood. The warehouse was just a few doors down from his usual spot, which Asher had always appreciated. His wife and children, a son and a daughter, occasionally assisted him. They were also there, but now they would no longer be helping Asher.
“So what now?” Asher asked.
"We wait until the main course arrives, of course," Kai said, smiling.
"No, I meant them." Pointing at Asher’s wife and children. They were lying on the floor.
“Ah, well, they were your family. You can have first dibs if you want.”
“Thanks. You’re really kind.” Asher said. He smiled widely with his teeth.
"Doesn't hurt to be kind, does it?" Kai said. He left Asher to tidy up and walked out of the warehouse. The pink sun was high in the sky, and he could use some lunch himself. Kai smiled widely with his teeth. As he stepped onto the street, he noticed the crowd milling about and began to whistle a playful tune.
Rebecca devoured a simple ham and cheese sandwich with mayo, lettuce, and tomato that Chalky had given her. She thought, Oh my God, this is incredibly delicious! She was hungrier than she realized, or this was the best ham and cheese sandwich she had ever had.
"Another?" Chalky smiled, offering Rebecca a sandwich. Rebecca took it with a sheepish grin and thanked her quietly. Chalky ate her sandwich slowly, appreciating Kitchen's food. She was especially cautious with the Dream Lord's wine after a previous spill had stained her in an embarrassing spot, and it took forever to get the stain out. Despite Queen Lyra's assurance that the stain was gone, Chalky still noticed it in the mirror.
Rebecca sipped the wine offered, but wanted to keep a clear head and mainly drank from a water flask. She kept thinking of how she would explain the markings on her skin to Mark and the kids when she got home. A nasty sunburn? Oh, it glows and purrs, too.
Just as she took a bite, the air shifted. No breeze. No movement. And yet, she heard something—like breath between syllables. It stopped when she looked up. It reminded her of her children.
The pattern shifted on the back of her left hand: Friend Sad.
Yeah, I'm fucking sad and mad, and I want to go home, she thought. Oh yeah, Mark, my skin talks now. That's not awkward at all. If I could find another door?
The pattern shifted on the back of her right hand: Door?
Great, you can hear my thoughts too. Yes, like the door I entered, they called it Doorwhere to Everywhere. I assume there is more than one.
The pattern shifted on the back of her hands to read: Know Where Door Is.
Rebecca stared at her hands for a second, then reached into her pocket with her right hand and pulled out the key. She said aloud, "Will this open it?"
Her left hand read: Yes Friend Happy?
“It’s a start,” Rebecca said, devouring the sandwich.
“Uh, Rebecca, you’ve got a look in your eye.” Chalky nervously smiled. “You’re not thinking what I think you’re thinking of, are you?”
“What am I thinking?” Rebecca said.
“You want to return to the Garden of Nowhere and try to Doorwhere to Everywhere again.”
“What! Are you crazy? That’s got that thing, which is all black and teeth. According to you and the Queen, I nearly died.”
“Oh, thank goodness.” Chalky sighed with relief.
“Nope, firecloak, just gave me a lead to another Doorwheres-its. I’m going to go try that one.”
“Oh dear Lyra.” Chalky rolled her eyes. Rebecca ignored her and continued.
"According to firecloak, it's not that far, and I might be home quicker." She looked at the shocked Chalky and held up her hand, which read: Not Far. "Look, if it works out, I'll toss the ring back, and you'll be free." Rebecca smiled.
“You shouldn’t be playing with a Doorwhere to Everywhere. It’s dangerous.” Chalky was aghast at her naivety.
“It's dangerous! If I stay here with goddamn teeth chasing me or if I fall into some freakish soft place it’s dangerous!” Rebecca stood up. “So you’re saying you’d rather I take my chances with those things than with a Doorwhere.”
“Yes!” Chalky was shaking her head.
"Will I survive another encounter with the Dente Nocturn?" She looked into Chalky's eyes. Those black marble eyes reflected the pink sun. Those eyes are so maddening.
Chalky fished around for something to say.
“Will I?” Rebecca asked with a bit of heat.
Chalky looked down and said, “No.”
"I'm going for the Door. Let's go." She returned to the motorcycle and waited for Chalky.
Chalky stood there for a moment thinking. “I should leave now. This isn’t going to end well.” Instead, she packed up the picnic, stowed everything back in the sidecar, and climbed back in.
“I hope you won’t regret this, Rebecca,” Chalky said as Rebecca started the engine and revved it up.
They drove in silence while Rebecca repeatedly looked at her left hand. Firecloak was pointing the way like a compass. Eventually, they came upon an abandoned farmhouse. Rebecca was relieved it was an actual farmhouse that didn't talk. It looked like a home from one of those pioneering villages they had set up in Florida, which they had visited with the kids once. They stashed the vehicle there and covered it up as best as possible. Chalky suggested it, just in case things didn't work out. Rebecca didn't care. She was getting out of here. The pink sun was low in the sky and casting long shadows.
Chalky, who was usually bright and talkative, was finally subdued. She offered assistance without a word and spoke only occasionally. Rebecca found this a relief. She kept thinking about what she would do when she got home. She hoped she hadn't missed Paul's birthday. Who knows how time and space work here, she thought.
A few hundred yards behind the house stood a large oak tree in a field of red flowers that Chalky called Blue Blooms because they bloomed only under the blue moon and had a unique blue crescent in the center of each flower. They seem to chime quietly in the evening breeze.
A large wooden door in a stone frame stood about thirty feet before the tree. They were standing there in front of it.
“It looks like the same Door,” Rebecca said
“Well, it is.” Said Chalky. “That’s why it’s the Doorwhere to Everywhere.”
Rebecca could barely contain herself and tried the doorknob. The door was locked.
"They are always locked," Chalky continued. “It’s rare to have a key to open it."
Rebecca fished the key out of her pocket and held it before the door like a talisman. Her right hand read: Friend Happy.
Fuck yeah, Rebecca thought.
“Rebecca, The Doorwhere to Everywhere doesn’t usually open to specific places. The one in the Garden of Nowhere does. Usually, they are one-way trips once they close. You usually can’t go back the way you came in. These lead you to almost anywhere, anytime, anywhen outside the Underverse.”
“I thought the Queen said it would take too long to explain the Doorsits.” Rebecca snapped. She felt like Chalky was trying to take her hope away.
"She knew more about them than I. I don't know everything about them. They are complex bridges between space and time. I hope you grasp some of the complexities of space and time with your background.
Rebecca thought the physics here was way beyond her understanding. The way she figured it, she had transitioned into another universe and was trying to return to hers. Whatever the hell that meant. Her PhD wasn't in physics. These doors were the key. The only way to figure it out was to try one.
Suppose this door thing got her home; that would be even better. She didn't want to be chased by some nightmare. She didn't want a stupid quest, like in Mark's stories. Just because she loved his stories didn't mean she wanted to live in one. She just wanted to keep her promise and go home.
The Underverse pink sun had begun to set, and shades of magenta, lavender, and rose dominated the sky.
Rebecca began to glow, the firecloak started to purr, and she put the key into the lock.
The Doorwhere to Everywhere opened.
Kai and Asher sat around the table eating when Kai got a faraway look on his face.
"Problem," Asher said between bites.
"Maybe," Kai mused, tilting his head thoughtfully from side to side. After a moment, he pushed himself away from the table and wandered to the large dining room window. The pink setting sun poured through the glass, illuminating the beautifully furnished space. They were in the elegant home of an elderly couple who had accumulated their wealth through years of rugged adventuring and dedication. Surrounded by tasteful artwork and fine antiques, the couple's home exuded an air of sophistication and warmth. Their names weren't necessary anymore.
The couple whose home Kai and Asher now occupied were known throughout the community for their extraordinary generosity. They were beloved by many. They often supported local charities and turned down numerous awards and accolades, believing that kindness and charity should be their rewards.
They had recently given their two loyal servants a much-deserved paid holiday, allowing them to spend time with their families. Those servants were expected back tomorrow, bringing joy and laughter that filled the house with life. That was going to be fun, thought Asher.
The dining room was situated on the top floor of the five-story home, affording a stunning view of the city. Kai opened the window and took a deep sniff of the night air.
"No, I can still smell her. She's still here. It's faint. It's like she's in between something." He smiled.
"So, no problem," said Asher.
"It shouldn't be. I hope not." Kai shrugged. “Either way, we still have some things to do before she arrives. If she doesn't, there'll be one less thing on the list then." Kai sighed and said, "I was looking forward to seeing her again sooner rather than later."
“Do you want me to keep the Gem?” he asked, pointing to the bright Gem embedded in his chest. Its glowing colors were pale green, with silver and orange veins weaving through it like fiery threads, shining in the light—both mesmerizingGemd shadowy. This Gem had been what attracted them to this house from the very beginning.
The now nameless elderly couple had acquired it many years ago during one of their younger, more adventurous travels, the kind that forged memories to last a lifetime. It had been a simple anniversary gift between the homeowners.
Unfortunately, the tGem benefit of the Gem was that it held something far more profound, with a darker purpose that suited Kai. He was having Asher keep an eye on, as it were.
"Oh yes, indeed you do. It's what makes you, you." Asher smiled, and a bit of blood fell out of his mouth and onto his shirt.
"Oh Asher, go clean that up, or put a new one on. I can't have you walking around like that now."
"Pardon me," Asher said, getting up to go.
Kai sat down, grabbed his napkin, and set it on his lap. He picked up his knife and fork and dove into the human heart on his plate with zest. “Mmm… a lifetime of love and happiness.” He could hardly wait until the servants got back tomorrow.
Next Time on The Queen of the Underverse…
Rebecca reels from a homecoming gone wrong and discovers that kindness still matters—even here with Chalky and a curious creature at her side, the road to Amberford winds on.
Don’t miss Chapter 8 – The Backdoor of Memory.
© 2025 Donnavon Evans
July 22, 2025
Comments