[He] is grown from man to dragon: he has wings: he’s more than a creeping thing. Coriolanus V.iv.12-14 I caught sight of them while they were still down in the meadows, far from crossing the river or scaling the cliff… Continue Reading
“What are you doing here?” He glanced at me over his shoulder. His eyes were red, and the crow’s-feet at their corners made them look dry enough to crack. He hadn’t shaved; the stubble was harshly gray against the wind-frozen… Continue Reading
“Easy, girl,” Merle murmured, tightening her grip on the mare’s reins. The sand beneath her feet was soft and clotted with large tangles of seaweed washed up by yesterday’s storm. By the light of the lantern tied to the reins,… Continue Reading
From her balcony by the Nile, Hatshepsut looked out over the land of Egypt and wept. There was nothing else to do. Her once-delicate hands, now marred by burns and plague scars, clenched tightly around the balcony railing. From the… Continue Reading
“Hush, Nana!” I hissed over my shoulder. She had gotten her foot stuck in the thick swamp mud and was already beginning to wail. “Do you want the jumbies to hear us coming?” That just got her howling louder. I… Continue Reading