This is a romance novel. I beat my shamanic drum inside my head. The sounds born inside her burst out of me in the form of words. I write them down. The purpose of my ritual is to expel the Demon. First of all, from yourself. I may not be able to banish him. He is too strong, has everything necessary to swat me like a fly. He has easily already swatted, intimidated or driven away many other “flies”. The only thing he cannot do is stop the rituals inside our heads. He can shut us up so that nothing comes out: not a novel, not a line, not a word, not a squeak. But he will never be able to stop our rituals. In the end there will be so many of us that we will surround it like bees on a hornet and destroy it with our vibrations and heat - forever, forever.