The Knowing
You couldn’t let your light get too bright lest you lost your footing. A few patches now and then kept your light in check, and kept you grounded.
You couldn’t let your light get too bright lest you lost your footing. A few patches now and then kept your light in check, and kept you grounded.
With every step Ellen takes, her body drags through the water, leaving chevrons in her wake. The surface dimples as water skippers skim away from her, and little bubbles break the surface as fish dart up to eat the algae and insects floating on the surface like gasoline.
“Oh my god, you’re huge! Are you sure you’re not having twins?”
A shapeless smog had descended on Cairo, veiling the city as though it were afraid to show its face to the world.
Stella blinked. She stood in the same place, still naked, but Celandine’s blood had vanished and the statue was unmarked. Its eyes were closed, and very much made of stone.
Coen rolled his eyes. For a moment he’d pleasantly forgotten that Gwen’s husband Martin was even there. The man hadn’t made a single kill the entire trip, which was bad even for a beginner.