And so she took back Excalibur, descending into the lake once more. She would sleep within the lake, guarding the greatsword until the next worthy king came to claim it, though she knew as she closed her eyes it would be hundreds of lifetimes before she woke again.
It was the one time each year she could move freely among the children, giving in to her own child-like nature without fear or consequence. No one looked on her in dread because on that night there were far scarier things than Death: monsters and fiends and devils and ghouls. And they were hungry, so […]
From the depths of a Hell he’d been destined to rule since birth, Anung Un Rama vowed to write his way out of the role in which he’d been cast.
They were the children of frost giants, forced to sleep for a thousand years and dream of the future in slow rhythms as the world turned and grew and evolved. They grew, too, of course, though not quickly. Their growth was slow like trees, bodies inching toward the light as the wind howled lullabies and […]
They were absolutely hideous to look at, and Martinique could smell the cloying sweetness even through the wrapper. Their tiny faces, eyes unopened to the world, lips puckered, noses blunt… To be fair, they looked like wrinkled old men, more than babies, but the confectiomancer promised the souls were young. The magic would work; she […]
Husbands and fathers told them they could not go to war because it was not a woman’s place. When none of the husbands or fathers returned after the last battle, Sakura told Ichika that the only way their children would survive when the Oda came was if they picked up swords and proved those dead men […]
She said the answers would come when the time was right, told me to watch the waves for my salvation. She said, “When at last you learn your lesson, Amelia, the key to your freedom will wash ashore.” A hundred years I waited, and finally it had come: permission to shed my isolation and mark my […]
I already know what’s out there. I remember the wind in the grass, the whispers of the chaff, the subtlety of the waves lapping at the shore. He wants me to see what’s out there so I miss it, so I ache for the freedom he’s taken away, but he doesn’t know what’s in here. […]