After nights like those—the good nights, their best work—they tend not to visit, giving me the proper time to recover for the next. And so when I get the chance, I wander, keeping myself tucked tight away in places only I can fit...

Amoret

These women weren’t a threat. There had been stories on the radio recently about feral women, women who were so desperate for New Skin and New Faces that they would rip people limb-from-limb, attacking them however they could manage.

The Ladies' Supper Club of New Banebridge

Araminta grew up with a mirror in her room. Only, it wasn’t a mirror, and she knew that, she did, but she wanted to believe that it was so badly that she almost let herself forget what it really was. Almost.

Like Glass Between Teeth

You feel the weight of his hands around your neck before you can see him, and those hands do what they do best. They crush, crush, crush against your trachea, cutting off your air supply and aiming to kill.

Blood Brimmed

There were supposed to be two of us, but the Other was half-dead by the time I got here, and full-dead about six months in. I buried her body around the back of the light and told no one that she had passed. Loneliness becomes me, I think.

Balefire

We built a small fire, me and my dad, my last Christmas Eve on Earth. We both knew it would be my last, but neither of us really wanted to say anything about it. 

Dori Lumpkin

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