Unkempt. Disaster. Women.

Pocked by endless stairs that waft a foul stench of rusted sweat in a bloody wound, Sunken Adelaide imposes a gloomy shadow upon the bits of flesh it forgot. And so, dredging through—the outer dam threatening to implode and flood—two witches, Maih and Rosalin, sink into a devotion. Into a lie. Into a roaring love that might end it all.

Our Witchless Flesh will release in 2025 via Off Limits Press.