“I must’ve programmed one of those historical remnant memories of a proper birthday into Aspect and then forgotten, because I don’t know how else to explain the goopy nightmare concoction resting on my floor, crudely labeled CAKE in swirly purple icing. A single wax candle sticks crookedly out of the center. How long has it been since I cleaned Charon’s cabinets? How long has Aspect’s monstrosity been festering and melting together in there? Why does it smell like gasoline and old shoes?” HumorScience FictionYoung AdultScience Fiction Young AdultQueer YaScience Fiction Fantasy Book:Between Sun and Shadow Source: Between Sun and Shadow