1. Krava'quiloor

    Private The Roe of Stranger Tides

    Weightless. Twin roe, ruby-red, floated softly in the undercurrent, layers peeling from it until they were translucent fins, like the skirt of a cuttlefish. It was a thing more than a creature, in the same way a pupa shell is a thing. Slowly, undulating with the tides, it made its way toward the...
  2. Rois Sinclair

    Private The Meeting of Teeth

    Summer came in swathes, layer after layer. The baked earth in darkness still rose like ancient bread beneath the moon, finding no reprieve in the cooler night air as it crackled and snapped underfoot; the scent was of newly born blossoms and old oak and the dying streams breathing their last as...
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