When his brother swung wide and the opening was there, the throat bared, he had to take his chance. He had come into that fight, that sacred circle, weaker but quicker, and he couldn’t miss the one opportunity he might… Continue reading

How long is a blink? We use it to describe practically no time at all, but if you add them up, day after day after day, you start to see just how much time we spend with our eyes closed.… Continue reading

It had been eight years, six months, and three days since she had last stood on the porch of her childhood home. If it had been eight years, six months, and two days, her mother would have been there to… Continue reading

Her brother had never thought a thing through in his life. The number of times he’d called her to say that he was in trouble would have filled a year’s worth of witching hours. But she couldn’t complain – not… Continue reading

He tried to look at the screen only from the leery corner of his eye, as if it would help. Only the usual call-connecting colours flashed and coruscated across it so far, but if something else sensed the signal and… Continue reading

Some people, first hearing about the grand city of North Bearing, were surprised to be told that it had only one pier – privately owned, at that. Once they were told that North Bearing was completely and utterly land-locked, however,… Continue reading

Heaving gasps of steam and swaying over the snow, but in no danger of falling more than those few inches, and alive. Still alive, still moving, crawling towards the mouth of the cave. The angle of its mouth meant it… Continue reading

Her breath piled in white steam until a critical mass of it almost seemed to make the moon. Or maybe she had just been walking with her head down for much longer than she’d realized, and it had risen in… Continue reading

Her shadow stretched like a signal flare across the snow. The sun had set what she guessed to be half an hour ago, time kept by the numb pendulum swing of her trudging steps, but its light still echoed through… Continue reading

Some call it the logical conclusion of marriage. Some call it an abomination, but then, they’re probably the same sort of people who would have said that about the horseless carriage. Some try not to talk or think about it… Continue reading