Mania (Fever Dreams Collection #1)

Act One

I never savored the taste of obsession until him.

For decades, my greed was well fed. I was content.

Pleased with the souls I had slowly collected.

I let them roam the halls freely.

Aimlessly.

As long as they stayed.

As long as they kept me company.

As long as they loved me.

Then one day, he appeared.

And his soul was unlike anything I had ever tasted.

And his pain. Oh, his pain.

Like drinking the sweetest of wines.

And I knew. I knew.

Even before death, I needed to have him.

I needed to keep him.

I’d expel every soul keeping me alive if only to have him.

Him. Him. Him.

It’s a beautiful thing … Obsession.

It shapes you.

Molds you into the very thing you desire.

Consumes you.

Then, at least, after you let it fill up every little fissured part of yourself …

You realize you’ll never be alone again.