The writer gives life to a story, the reader keeps it alive.
Still recovering from being turned into a bloodthirsty monster, and receiving the cure from a woman who claims to be her future daughter, a very disorientated Heyem, watches the battle onboard the ship, from the safety of a bubble shield.
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.
The lecture theatre has emptied of everyone save Xan and Edith, as their granddaughter, Heyem, unaware that they are her grandparents, and not part of this time, struts towards them to lecture them about talking in her class.
Heyem has been back lecturing for two months and has grown increasingly tired of people recognising her as the identical twin sister of the semi-famous Colonel Merek. Heyem has just about finished a two-hour lecture on women’s empowerment through media, and has been unable to avoid questions being hurled at her about her sister.
Helga Ritter has spent the past two weeks searching the world for any trace of Lord Anderson. She has visited many places, starting in India, reading the minds of humans, who are close to Alexand Merek. Family and friends and army colleagues, even Field Marshal Abouna Panak had no though in his head about the whereabouts of Lord Anderson. Helga isn’t giving up. She has learnt that Heyem Merek is back teaching at Hong Kong University, and so dressed in cognito, Helga creeps into one of Heyem’s lectures, and sits quietly at the back of the room.
