William Kergroach | Author - Official Website

  The worker was carefully grinding the resins and aromatics in the stone mortar. Her hands were shaking a little. She felt she was being watched. Ibtisam, the "queen of smokess" as she was called, was watching her work. In reality, she was staring into space, absorbed in worries that went far beyond the making of incense. This workshop was one of the many she had opened in these mountains to support these families isolated from the world, isolated even from the smuggling routes her men took. If the worker was nervous, it was because it was said that her boss could guess everything. Ibtisam was feared for her instinctive intelligence. It was said that she was a mind reader, because she almost always guessed wrong moves and foiled plots. She let it be said, all of which helped her to assert her hold on these people who needed such legends to understand their environment. Yes, she had her informants. She spent a lot of money on i...

  Liang had just pressed the drain button. The shiny, silky liquid was slowly withdrawing from the incubator's interior, revealing the flawless plastic of a teenage girl. This time, it was a "Jisoo" model, a luxury series that had been very successful, but whose fashion had long since passed. African girls, Persian girls or the new trans models were preferred at the moment. Ugh, he didn't want any of their degenerate stuff! Liang wanted chicks with chick shapes, and if possible Asian girls, like him. Elite people had strange fantasies. They wanted something new all the time, and more and more often, something weird that Liang didn't understand. He was not an "improved" man. He functioned poorly and mediocrely in the old way, and perhaps not for much longer, considering the many bloody coughs he had been experiencing lately. The numerous bacteriological attacks and years of perilous races on the New Silk Roads had worn him down. He had, however, been one ...

But what an asshole, what a shitty cop! What a filthy little prick! What allowed him, this young cop, to come and piss off the world, here, on the Steese Highway? We were in the middle of Alaska, in October! She did not disturb anybody! Tilda was, literally, in the middle of nowhere. She walked, quietly, to the Yukon River, without asking anything to anyone. If the Yukon River was a day's walk away, if there was only the expanse of forest and steppe around, that was her problem, right? Tilda was more than fed up with all these assholes meddling in her life, telling her what she should or shouldn't do. She hadn't asked this fucking asshole anything! There was no way she was going to make a phone call to certain people. If she wanted to, this puppet and his entire precinct would be liquidated. But no, she had come for a change of scenery, for a change of atmosphere, to forget her "relations". This world of surveillance, of restrictions on movement, of health and sec...