Sprints

I had never really believed there was such a thing as diving too deep. There was equipment, and there were people, not suited to do it, but the former was…

“I don’t believe you,” she laughed, in a way that sang from the rim of her wine glass. “What, you don’t think I would?” They had long since emptied theirs,…

Being courted by a god of frost was mostly downsides. The first time she found a surprise blizzard on her doorstep, late in May, she assumed it was just the…

She stopped at the forty-eighth kingdom, above the clouds but still below the stars, when she realized that the forty-seventh was the last place she had felt human. There had…

The final call for boarding. She had told herself she wouldn’t hesitate. But she’d been imagining the cheery whistle of a steam train, a conductor’s bellow over a bustling platform.…

He was made of moonbeams and music notes. He was a sigh only in gardens and on lonely balconies, only outside of parties with enough melody to conjure him. Only…

The dangers involved in keeping a phylactery were many, of course. As any academy class or pearl-clutching missive would tell you, at length and with some supporting anecdotes that were…

“It’s all right,” she told him. “It doesn’t hurt.” He squinted more closely at her than most did when she said that sort of thing. Most, when she said it,…

I woke up that morning in what had become the usual sticky haze of dread, five hours of sleep sawn apart by moaning, senseless dreams, to find that the vines…

It was Rochelle’s idea to leave a card out for it. Just a plain, ordinary library card sitting on the checkout desk, with a pamphlet and bookmark and one of…