I hope this is it. That would be perfect.

Confirmation that Lozzie is a prisoner, perhaps even a prisoner in her own body. And also, more distressingly, that Evelyn and her pile of occult treasures are no longer the main target after Heather's display of dimension-warping power at the end of arc 2. Heather herself is the greater prize now.

Now in the company of some conveniently attractive local occultists, Heather is on a mission to rescue her long lost sister from the lair of a reality-warping god monster, using that monster's own power and hoping it doesn't damn her. Also she's fighting local baddies, making friends with From Beyond fauna, and being a queer harem protagonist, just to keep things from getting too dark.

It invites the reader to laugh along with it at the absurd circumstances and contrived plot points, but it treats the characters placed in those scenarios with near-unfailing respect. That is what transforms and elevates Katalepsis into something better than it would otherwise have any right to be.

The Way of the Stacy.

Heather's erotic lust for inanimate objects continues to develop.

“Ghoul-limbed apes.”

With the amount of supernatural shit that apparently exists in this town, isn't it likely that someone already owns the police?

Heh, well, it might be that the person who owns the Sharrowford police is Evelyn. In which case it's a moot point.~

"Atoms or Providence" has finally picked up.

"is katalepsis' eye actually attached to his arm?"

Okay, but how horny did it make you?

Heather: "Is Twil harmless, or is she not harmless?"

Evelyn: "Yesn't."

Never change, Heather. Never change.

Evelyn wasn't kidding when she said her family is a big deal in the occult underworld. Holy shit.

That's "Mind; Correlating," the first arc of Katalepsis. A hell of a strong start!

Wonder what made the occult underworld so dire?

This story is escalating quite a bit faster than I expected it to.

These three chapters haven't given me enough to do any deep analysis, but so far it's good. It strikes a difficult balance between hitting the urban fantasy conventions that we've all seen too many times to take seriously, and engaging with themes of trauma, paranoia, and mental illness in a mature enough way that you HAVE to take it seriously.

I've gotten in touch with the author of this story, and she's given her permission for me to reproduce the text in full, like I used to do for my Loveraft readthroughs. So, thank you HY!

It’s kinda gay.