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The City takes care of its people.  It houses them, feeds them, provides them with work.  They only ask for compliance, to not question the safety it provides from Outside.  Think only good things, provide for others and oneself without thought.  Do not, under any circumstances, dream.

But the lions are lurking beneath the consciousness of the City residents.  They invade dreams with predator hunger.  

Sofia wants to know what the dreams mean, but the lions continue to elude her.  She can only watch as their  influence destroys the City and its people.  The lions  are the roaring force of the Outside, forcing its way  in.

There are places, unfortunate journeys taken,  where dreams lay barren and hope is eradicated.  These are forlorn lands full of half promises and unspoken hurts that refuse to leave the psyche alone.  It is a painful and unpleasant country , it has no feeling, no passion and no true understanding of what it is to be human among others.  It is a very judgemental place, full of black spider hatred and envy and snobbish dismissal. It’s a vista of empty people who feel nothing and care for less.

This is no such place.

Welcome to Bloodletters Ink.  The stories and novels within are not especially nice, some aren’t even linear, but I have done my best and if you don’t like them, or me, I am perfectly at ease with this.  My imagination does not exist to make you happy.  If you are close minded, shallow or self gratifying, you will at first be fascinated but ultimately repelled, because I am none of those things, nor is my work.  Don’t try to impress me.  How you have daily occupied time and space in your work life means nothing to  me.  Who ARE you when no one is looking?  That person is the most interesting one in the world.  When the veils have slipped and the shadows banished, the real person behind the fake smiles and drudging small talk, that person is who these tales are about.  Because flaws are who we are, and there is great beauty in ugliness.

Obsessive, at times dull, anxious and caring too much about impossible things and always very much too much.  That is the filter for these stories.  I can’t change.  If you like what you read, you definitely shouldn’t want me to.

M. Jones ~ January, 2015.