You’ve not seen beetles like hers, such gentle wing-noise and pearlescent blue. In spring she cooks with the doors open, those are the days I find bugs all over. In…
The woman lays face down on the bed, her dark hair covering her face. She squeezes the sheets between her fists as tightly as she squeezes her eyes shut. The…
The dead body stares at me with brown eyes. It frowns. It lies on the white table on its back. It exposes itself to me—its purple neck swells; its clavicle…
She left behind all that she knew. Joining her husband’s clan for the first time, she felt like she entered the wolf’s den. The women in the house hummed. They…
The wedding was an intimate affair, officiated by the local clockmaker as no holy man would sanction such an affront to the sacrament of matrimony. Though young and with a…
On seeing her, Prince Felio knew he must posses the little girl in the glass coffin for himself. The dwarves were opposed to letting her go. He convinced them with…
Through the fog a caravan traveled across the Plain of Trevick toward the tiny village of Urigstat. Nestled alongside the gently flowing River Vridlo, the quiet hamlet slept unaware. As…
When the women slip into the lake, their legs coalesce and grow slippery with scales, a skin so unlike their own. They embrace, exploring the way their bodies feel entwined…
Climb into it, why not? You’re already in bed. Instead of saying things to yourself, let the self powder the head, russet colored slipping, like when girls and boys were kissing…
In the village near the Prince’s summer house, there lived a Seamstress known and feared for her wisdom and skill. The Seamstress had only ever asked God for one thing:…
