Category: Fiction

First is the soup, purplish red, your favourite. I make it every year when you come home. If lovage and garden orach are not in

We St. Christinians are so good at recognizing the fear in tourists’ eyes. We see you looking in the alleyways, under the palm trees—is the

When night fell our whole family climbed down from the road and huddled in the ditch alongside. It was cold, and damp, and the grown-ups

1.  Their name is T. Their father had bad cancer. Their mother was a painter until she died, too. With father, the cause––the pancreas––was clear.

The connection between dragons and Dragonsworn has not been formally studied. No such connection exists in other schools of magic. The link is both physiological

Dragons live for centuries; this has led many to believe they are immortal. The occasion of one’s death is a time of great activity. Scavengers

Yogyakarta, Java, 1808 “Before you say who it is you want me to curse,” the shaman said, “I must warn you: I cannot curse someone

The captain said suicide pilots like us became divine. I knew he was lying, because I see gods, not ghosts, and I’d seen neither hide

They say (though God knows best) that long ago, in a country at once mountain and river and town and meadow, forty wandering dervishes stopped

Every year they take more. It started with small things. The memory of a laugh, a meal, a kiss. Last year I traded away a