Vajra Chandrasekera

It ended when Jack found her heart in the midden. It was undigested and wet with saliva, buried in thorny durian husks.

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It started...

Talpo lived in the past tense now, unable to maintain the traditional human pretense of a pilot consciousness operating in simultaneity...

A few months after I finished reading Vajra Chandrasekera’s debut novel, The Saint of Bright Doors, Lesley asked me if I’d like...