It’s been seven days since the guardian died. Five since we laid it to rest. It took that long to dig through the numb shock and half-frozen soil, to hollow…

The third (and most likely last) of three sprints telling the same story. - The one thing aside from her that was still changing with time. Her body woke up…

The second of (at least) three sprints telling the same story. - A cat, skinny black stray all bones and hackles, standing at the mouth of an alley. Staring into…

The first of (at least) three sprints telling the same story. - It had been May 28th ever since she had knocked that damn glass off the counter. She’d thought…

Wearing a chain of dandelions into battle, strewn careless and delicate about the neck. A boast, or a mockery? You won’t dent their armour. You won’t so much as cut…

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…