“All those bottles,” Grandma looked out the window. “Why doesn’t she wait until dark and bury them in the back yard?”
Category: fiction
This Textured Darkness, #105
The cry of a carrion crow brought him out of his reverie. He realized that while he’d been staring at her, she’d been staring at him.
Silver Bottle, Episode 16
She slapped me. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I’d known she wanted to slap me since the day I told her the music was bad.
This Textured Darkness, #104
His soldiers had been getting restless, so he’d allowed them to raze the village of Grassley. The girl had been brought back with the latest cache of slaves.
This Textured Darkness, #103
Rizla flew through the air, shrouded in indigo and thunder, relishing the gift of flight.
This Textured Darkness, #101
I’ll begin as a serving girl, I think. Big eyes, thin cheeks. His tongue is rough with women, and his anger will stoke mine.
This Textured Darkness, #100
Suga regretted speaking. She was getting agitated, and he feared the damage that might occur. Villages burned, plagues released, mountains spewing chunks of earth in broad daylight.
Silver Bottle, Episode 12
“What would happen if you were laid out on the floor unconscious?” Lena had put all sorts of suggestions in their heads.
This Textured Darkness, 99
In Old Town, a section of the city known for its cobbled streets and tall, narrow buildings, Rizla the Red Witch and Suga the Eunuch watched the… Read more “This Textured Darkness, 99”
Silver Bottle, Episode 11
“It’s not nice to stare. Now, you mind what I said.”
