by Mackenzie Hicks My dearest Lydia… The words stood out in their blackness against the soft cream pages of the book. Lydia kept staring at them as she clipped the white roses, readying them for a vase. The clip of her silver scissors against the stems matched the jump in Read more…
by Erudessa Gentian Thin, wrinkled fingers turned the faded pages of her well-loved book with a strength that hadn’t failed for over sixty years. Frowning slightly, Rose glared toward the whirring machines in the room that would not stop their infernal beeping. At least the steady rhythm assured her worrywart Read more…
by Anna O’Connell In the village of Ják, Father Peter was washing the soot from his hands, following Compline on the Day of Ashes. He had remained to extinguish the candles and stepped outside and over to the trough to the side of the door, where he poured water from Read more…
by Will Nuessle Salmren’s Triumph – a drinking song (to be enjoyed lustily and drunkenly if at all possible) The songs they sing of a dragon’s wing – but who sings songs of the tail? A leathery, cut-down-the-heathery thing – but who sings songs of the tail? Now Salmren knew, Read more…