It had been fifteen days, but she was finally dead, her mind a blank template. Other humans found her physically attractive, which was useful in the Ostiolophers work. Her name had been Katarina, and, fortunately for the parasite, she had been no one important. No one but her head-sick lover noticed her absence. The Ostiolopher was careful to keep his human shell clean, to keep her systems working pumping blood through his own body, remembering to wet her mouth and eyes.
The Ostiolopher could use this body and access human transport to return to the verdant forests of his youth. Years in a filthy zoo, unable to communicate, eating and shitting and waiting for a opportunity, a chance to break free. He would return to his home and tell his people about this cold rich land. There, he could plan his return, raise a parasitic army to conquer these hot, scrabbling animals.
Vethia Gallery Updated:
Fuck you, China Mieville! I will fistfight you to the doom! Why must you be so awesome? You made me late for work! You are infecting my head-meat!
Fuck you and your fucking Brucolac!
Check out the pictures I took of the Brucolac below. I didn’t fucking MEAN to take pictures of the Brucolac, but here they are, and I was helpess to stop myself.
Mr. Mieville, though we have never met, you are eating the inside of my brain, and sparking naughty little visions on the inside of my skull.
The Brucolac, and his handsome face: