1. Micaiah Blightbane

    Private Plans We Make

    It chafed where even the metal of their collar and the leather of the saddle did not — the familiarity of this place. Part wist, part resentment, each plodding step forward lived somewhere between the petting of fur backwards and the pulling of teeth: all painful, unwieldy friction, the oil and...
  2. Micaiah Blightbane

    Micaiah Blightbane

    Not much survives the father. Not the widow, though she does not die; finds a new man to sire her children, rather, wan and stiff as the corpse she’s only just put to mausoleum, and more hateful in life than her late husband would prove as a revenant. She is a new woman entirely, by all...
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