Crushed beneath the pressing weight of an invisible, brutal hand, Perez struggled to breathe air into lungs no more real than the heart desperately pulsing blood through incorporeal veins. Though long without a physical body, the goddesses could make him feel the pain, the agony, the furious, frantic compulsion to survive. They liked to think themselves benevolent. Worshipped in ancient times as the primordial goddesses, they enjoyed allowing their mindless sycophants ...