Fiona Knight's Reviews > Undercover

The dancer moaned and scrabbled at the cage mesh. She made guttural honks of frustration and excitement. The raspberry mouth opened to reveal the long black tongue and pointed pink teeth. It was a lot of noise and fuss, but nothing especially frightening. Nothing new, right up until the ghoul's cold pupils fixed on her - fixed, then suddenly transfigured. No mindless hunger. The badly painted lips peeled off those sharp pink teeth.
"Amy," the ghoul panted. "Amy, I still dream about you."

Tamsyn Muir takes a departure from the Ninth House series to write us a short about toxic lesbians and the undead - hang on a second. But more seriously, I loved this, and while there's a little of her trademark obscurity at the start, hang in there and you'll have a clearer picture by the end.