Nov 20, 2020 | Uncategorized
Berran was on the big flat rock wearing her heavy skin. Her eyes looked closed, but her slow, dancing movements always stopped just a bit before the edge. The eye-pod hung around her neck on a grass cord with the ear-bits still tucked up above her meaty ears, and I...
Nov 20, 2020 | Uncategorized
The first time I saw the end of the world, Aunt Rowan convinced my mother it was just a toddler’s normal night terrors. I don’t know how she managed it. There’s nothing normal about our family. I tell Neve about it, when we’re tangled together on the sofa in her...
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