I had no idea that Josh had reworked the first issue of Persephone. Without me. It is all kinds of ridiculous that I feel hurt, because what? He was going to crystallize his life and ideas and plans in amber, not moving forward just because we weren’t speaking, his choice?

Then I read the title: The Night of the Geminids.

Persephone is surfing atop a meteor, a jet stream of gold stardust trailing across the cover.

Oh.