Issue #20
July 02, 2009
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The Land of Empty Shells

The rest of the birthing was hard work, but painless. Dziko and Terra sprinkled water over the clay to soften it and kneaded the flesh together until there was no way to separate his riverbed brown from her sunset orange. Then they divided the babyflesh into two equal pieces, soon to be their children.

The Bone House

I like to carve. I like to sculpt. But the ironwood trees in the forest shatter even the finest blades. Father says that the war has changed them, that the magic of the battlemages has infected the land, and I have no cause to doubt him—he has been my educator and my window on the world. Bone is easier to shape.

Audio Fiction Podcast:
The Mansion of Bones
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I know it was wrong of me to savor the look of fear on Kenji's face, but some temptations are not to be resisted.