The writer gives life to a story, the reader keeps it alive.
After Eldenath had walked her to her mother’s cottage in their grounds, and said good night, Aïcha still felt useless, and decided to head towards the walk-in wig wardrobe, which contained all her mother’s wigs, given by her fans, after she lost her hair. Kat didn’t want it in the main house, as it contained hundreds of wigs and took up a lot of space. But Aïcha, had a gift, and that was to style her mother’s wigs for her forthcoming world tour.
After cutting communication with a future version of Xan, Edith slept on Future Heyem’s sofa, as she was also feeling too tired to take part in battle. The sound of an owl wakes her from her sleep, and after washing and dressing, despite the fact it is now night-time in Cairo, Edith prepared herself and her granddaughters a cooked breakfast of baked flatbread, soybean milk and deep-fried dough sticks.
From their vantage point overlooking the ocean, Xan and Xan receive a distress signal from their past self.
Xan separated from his future selves to gather information from two Time Agents, already planted inside Floating Asylum ship One. With Katherine De Somme’s blood shield cloaking his identity, he materialises onboard, disguised as a guard.
After allowing Heyem to apply her makeup and disguise her alopecia, Alexand took her past sister to Berlin 1926, in the height of the Weimar Republic, to one of her and Katherine’s favourite drag clubs, Damenklub Violetta, led by their dear friend, Lotte Hahm. (If you enjoy these stories, please consider donating to the Drag Defense Fund, a charity supported by the American Civil Liberties Union, fighting the current backlash against LGBTQ+ artists and people, who simply want to live their lives with the same rights as everybody else in this world.) Take me with you, Alexand, for I am dying here.
Heyem lays down next to her future twin sister, and her thoughts wander to the world she is running from.
After reading Guild Master Merek’s orders and ignoring them to pursue the remainder of her rehearsal, Ivana Cockatoo, threw herself into the most magnificent display of her drag career, even if it was only for twelve shady drag kings and queens and her husband, Antoine.
On her way back to her grandmother’s house, after walking her aunt Aïcha to the cottage, Eldenath heard footsteps approaching from behind. (Happy almost Birthday, Mum. You are one of the kindest, funniest and sweetest people on this earth. Thank you for all that you are and all that you do. Come on Barbie, let’s go party.)
