March 24, 2023
The Serpent’s Daughter
How’s your mother? he asks, and I have half a mind to text back: Still a cold-blooded snake.
The Serpent’s Daughter
How’s your mother? he asks, and I have half a mind to text back: Still a cold-blooded snake.
December 30, 2022
The Hunt
The hunt was a tradition passed down through generations in our family. I don’t remember my mother telling me about it. Instead, it was as if I had been born with the knowledge.
The Hunt
The hunt was a tradition passed down through generations in our family. I don’t remember my mother telling me about it. Instead, it was as if I had been born with the knowledge.
December 16, 2022
Completely Safe and Totally Human Midwinter Holiday Tips
Get the food right. Sprinkle glitter on popcorn. Cut cinnamon cookies into star shapes. Holidays are the time to indulge!
Completely Safe and Totally Human Midwinter Holiday Tips
Get the food right. Sprinkle glitter on popcorn. Cut cinnamon cookies into star shapes. Holidays are the time to indulge!
December 2, 2022
Waking Beauty
You’re a messenger boy, given very simple instructions: Deliver this missive to the enemy’s army. But to do that, you must first enter the Forest of Gaia.
Waking Beauty
You’re a messenger boy, given very simple instructions: Deliver this missive to the enemy’s army. But to do that, you must first enter the Forest of Gaia.
August 26, 2022
The Trail to Youth’s Fountain
Tip: Keep your phone off throughout this hike. Your boss can’t bother you here, and there’s no signal anyway.
The Trail to Youth’s Fountain
Tip: Keep your phone off throughout this hike. Your boss can’t bother you here, and there’s no signal anyway.
December 17, 2021
A Little Good Magic
Dear Santa, I wanted to say thank you for the mountain bike. It’s been very useful, even if it wasn’t what I asked for.
A Little Good Magic
Dear Santa, I wanted to say thank you for the mountain bike. It’s been very useful, even if it wasn’t what I asked for.
November 5, 2021
A Voice in the Winter
The air was crisp with the promise of winter, and I mourned for the Treesingers. Brother Ash was already mute, his tree always the first to color and shed its leaves. He would not speak again for many months.
A Voice in the Winter
The air was crisp with the promise of winter, and I mourned for the Treesingers. Brother Ash was already mute, his tree always the first to color and shed its leaves. He would not speak again for many months.
August 13, 2021
By Any Other
Beggar, she’s called during her hungry youth in the village by the waves. Servant, after the oracle’s acolytes claim her for their distant temple.
By Any Other
Beggar, she’s called during her hungry youth in the village by the waves. Servant, after the oracle’s acolytes claim her for their distant temple.
