Stepping into Stories, One Word at a Time
“Between the planes was the void, and the void was perfect; it flashed by in a fraction of a blink, and Siyon was through.It was like stepping into an open oven, snatched up in the Empyreal plane’s hot dry, first. Siyon staggered, dizzy and dazzled, as the universe tilted around him. It always took a... Continue Reading →
“Stories had to have beginnings, which meant someone had to be where they were beginning, or there was no purpose to them. She was just at the beginning of a story, that was all, and this was perfectly possible.”-Adrift in Currents Clean and Clear by Seanan McGuire It feels impossible that I’ve just read the... Continue Reading →
"We must discuss, then, the relationship between women and water. When men fall into the sea, they drown. When women meet the water, they transform. It becomes vital to ask: is this a metamorphosis, or a homecoming?"-A Study in Drowning by Ava Reid A Study in Drowning by Ava Reid was one of my last... Continue Reading →
“Alia would never forget her first visit to the San Tamculo Zoo, eyes so wide on those vivid colors, those mesmerizing feathers. She forgot how much she hated school field trips. She forgot about holding back tears when none of her classmates wanted to sit with the nervous, quiet girl who kept to herself at... Continue Reading →
“‘As for you, Medha Yankaran”- I turn towards the girl, her burnished skin and sharply cut profile making her look like an apsara come alive- “from this day forth you are mine.” Harun hurries forward with a tray of paints in his hands. I sketch the Star of Rashmatun on her forehead, as I have... Continue Reading →
“’You say something is ending,’ Eithne slowly went on. ‘Not true. There are things that never end. You talk of survival? I am fighting to survive. Brokilon endures thanks to my fight, for trees live longer than men, as long as they are protected from your axes. You talk to me of kings and princes.... Continue Reading →
Of Worlds Forgotten 