The girl was wracked with fever. Her skin was slick with a sheen of sweat. Her limbs shuddered. She choked and gasped, desperate to force air past a knotted throat. The plague witch coached her through the suffering. She brushed her fingers along the girl's throat and down her sternum towards the belly. Eyes widened … Continue reading Pestilence
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Ritrovando
Francesca was surrounded by a hungry silence. It clung to the emptiness around her. It sat in the dust-shadows left behind by a sword, in the scratches worn into the floor by a table, in the rusted hinges that used to hold shutters. It seeped into the cracks in the wood and tugged at her … Continue reading Ritrovando
The Moss Hag
Humans like to think that forests appear as miraculously as she does. One year there is an empty field, all grass and emptiness. The next there is a stand of trees, none wider around than I am now. Not so. She is needed: the Lady of the New Wood. She was like us once, a … Continue reading The Moss Hag
Corey Laisure 