Fior had seen her first corpse when she had still been twelve for the first time. When she had still been counting days, that one single day, over and over, carefully enough to be sure of it. It hadn’t looked… Continue reading

Dawn had been something going not quite right behind the mountains, a hum of tuneless amber and violet warping like sheet metal. The voices carried in that static had been too faint and distant for radios to catch them as… Continue reading

Dawn was already diluting the night through the concourse’s broad eastern windows. Stirring black to an uncertain sepia above, liminal shades that shimmered just outside of daylight’s names. The clouds were working busily to separate them, sieving gold from blue,… Continue reading

“I think it’s something we all have to confront sooner or later,” Eve said. “The question of whether we’ve wasted too much of our time. I’ve spent nearly two decades accommodating their wishes. Growing their crops, letting them decide how… Continue reading

Looking from the painting, sunlight reclining across a rumpled bed of foothills, to Eve on her couch felt like turning from one piece of art to another, two of a set. From sunlight to golden hair tangled with flowering vines,… Continue reading

Fior stood amidst the corpses and tried, briefly, almost recreationally, to be horrified. To feel that wound in the world, in her home, as if it were fresh. As if the scars charred into its walls would last a second… Continue reading