Sister, Maiden, Monster


 Contents
 
 Title Page
 Copyright Notice
 Dedication
 Part One: Magdala Amygdala
 
 Chapter 0
 Chapter 1
 Chapter 2
 Chapter 3
 Chapter 4
 Chapter 5
 Chapter 6
 Chapter 7
 Chapter 8
 Chapter 9
 Chapter 10
 Chapter 11
 Chapter 12
 
 
 Part Two: Dolore Stimulatus
 
 Chapter 13
 Chapter 14
 Chapter 15
 Chapter 16
 Chapter 17
 Chapter 18
 Chapter 19
 
 
 Part Three: Mater Calamitas
 
 Chapter 20
 Chapter 21
 Chapter 22
 Chapter 23
 Chapter 24
 Chapter 25
 Chapter 26
 Chapter 27
 Chapter 28
 Chapter 29
 Chapter 30
 
 
 Acknowledgments
 About the Author
 Newsletter Sign-up
 Copyright
 
 
 
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 For Erica M., Jaymie W., and Carol S.
 Here’s a toast to surviving our own personal apocalypses
 
 
 
 PART ONE
 
 MAGDALA AMYGDALA
 I was bound, though I have not bound.
 I was not recognized. But I have recognized
 that the All is being dissolved,
 both the earthly and the heavenly.
 —The Gospel of Mary Magdalene
 
 
 
 CHAPTER 0
 
 It was only Tuesday evening, and I was already bone-tired. Wrung out. I stepped through the front door of our apartment, peeled off my white disposable KN95 filter mask. Dropped it in the small beige plastic trash bin my boyfriend, Gregory, had mounted on the wall. Squirted hand sanitizer into my palms and rubbed the stinging gel all over my hands and wrists. The alcohol burned inside my nose. I rolled my neck and shoulders to work some of the stiffness out. Unbuttoned my green wool peacoat and hung it and my purse on the coatrack.
 I blamed my exhaustion on stress and anxiety. Last week, the world had gotten the worst Valentine’s Day present ever: a new pandemic called PVG. Polymorphic viral gastroencephalitis. It had popped up in London, Tokyo, Hong Kong, Toronto, Honolulu, Los Angeles, Seattle, New York City, and Mexico City at roughly the same time, which made finding Patient Zero (if he or she existed) a challenge. Nobody knew yet where it had come from, exactly how it spread, or what it was likely to do in the long run. All anyone knew for sure was that it was landing people in the hospital with scary symptoms.
 Someone on CNN described it as “the stomach flu on nightmare mode,” but apparently it wasn’t an influenza virus. Or a rotavirus or a norovirus, everyone’s favorite cruise ship plagues. It was something new and strange. Our governor hadn’t declared a mask mandate yet, but many of us instinctively fell back on the protective measures we’d learned during the coronavirus years.
 It was a relief to be home. Home felt safe. The outside world? Not so much. Even though Gregory and I had built a pretty cozy space for ourselves, I hated the idea that we might be in for months of depressing isolation and shitty delivery food. Months of mostly only getting to see the world secondhand, through screens. I silently prayed that the disease would burn itself out quickly.
 “Erin, is that you?” It sounded like he was in the dining room.
 “Nope, I’m a burglar.” I hung my keys on one of the brass hooks below our coupon-plastered corkboard. “I’m here to steal your Funko Pops.”