Can you really change anything, Joel?

Pain can be dismissed.

You slow. Is Dangerous.” His tentacles curled down, gripping the ends of the wood. As they watched he slid off the crate and nudged it away. Underneath was a grate, filthy with slude. He plunged his tentacles into the gaps and pulled it aside. “There is drop.

Ixion exists as an antidote to the rules and conventions of other places. We believe that indulging in pleasure will make better people. Self-denial and discipline and virtue are all myths invented to control you.

In Ixion music and party are our only beliefs. Darkness is our comfort. We have few rules but they are absolute. Your endocrine systems have been altered by changes to your hypothalamus. You no longer need to sleep or see sunlight.

I burned too bright. I saw too much.

Kero and Rollo stood over it, slick with blood, both holding knives. ‘Kero, you came? Why?’ asked Naif. ‘Maybe I just needed someone to show me how to be brave enough,’ he replied with a hint of a dangerous grin.

Ixion’s not a place for friends. They die or they leave. On Ixion you need allies.

She’d never seen such a thing back on Grave; a flower that bloomed only at night.

Sean was young, vibrant, capable. Life hadn't even begun to digest his hope.