Taya Cook

Joined February 2021

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Faust complained about having two souls in his breast, but I harbor a whole crowd of them and they quarrel. It is like being in a republic. Otto von Bismarck.

Me too, Bismark. Me, too.

I blog at boOkerlunds.com.

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Open Season in Verra
There’s a rare vintage of agony reserved for the woman who finds herself made not just a fool, but a weapon, and worse, a trophy. You may think me an idiot as well. You’re wondering it now—what does a woman like that think?
By Taya Cook2 years ago in Fiction
Japanese Afterlife
I spent most of my final year in Japan in Kagoshima—a southern Kyushu city nestled in the shadow of Sakurajima volcano. The mount looms large across the bay, alive and raining its sooty outbursts upon the city below at regular intervals.
By Taya Cook3 years ago in Wander
How We Leased a Way Station for Intergalactic Immigrants
As I think back on it, I might have known something was wrong by the look of him. But we were eager beavers, ready to believe almost anything--and so we did.
By Taya Cook3 years ago in Futurism
Scribblings From the Dead
We called it Homeplate—the tiny hunting cabin in the foothills skirting the Nielsen farm at the edge of town, because it was safe, a haven, where we could all unwind without judgment, without the pressures of home and school dogging us...
By Taya Cook3 years ago in Humans

Taya Cook

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Open Season in Verra

Japanese Afterlife

How We Leased a Way Station for Intergalactic Immigrants

Scribblings From the Dead

Stories (4/0)