THE HUNTERS OF THE SOUTH • by Robin Herzog
I am in the Blue Land and it feels as if I have wandered into some tale — children touch my skin to see if the color wears off, our gods count for nothing. I am in Karei-boto, a solemn… Continue Reading
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SHAKTI’S HONOR • by James Patrick Focarile
They shot the tiger on his chain in a field behind the cages. A giant Bengal, with paws the size of tree stumps. Even lifeless, his body rippled with muscle and sinew. Flecks of gray tarnished his orange and black… Continue Reading