by Zenia de Haven A golden man lived in the dungeon. “Lived” might not be the correct term, as his home was patrolled by sneering, halberd-wielding men. The man “lived” here as much as a parasite “lived” in its host. He was fed scraps through the thick, magically reinforced bars Read more…
by Ali Dening ONE In the beginning, back before our lands grew apart and the seas rose and fell, back before the age of ice and even before the great rain of fire, an old man named Wisdom stood in a summer field with his dog and learned the smell Read more…
by Elisa Davidson The dead are always starving. Craving our food, our love, everything that fills us up and keeps us warm at night. The gnawing hunger that filled them in life reaches out and snatches them from peaceful release, dragging them back into the world of the living. They Read more…
by Laurie Hilburn Captain James Hook, edge still earning him more than a crown ever could. Out of all of his bastard children, Beatrice was the only one to bow and bide her time. Gerard was clever, but he could never put his intelligence to proper use, too distracted by Read more…
by Zenia Dehaven The stylus bled black rivers in its wake as it danced across the papyrus. Its wielder’s eyebrows knitted together in a furrow, like a peasant girl’s wretched attempt at sewing. Huffing, the man sat back. The nubs of the wicker chair’s legs squeaked against the stone floor. Read more…