The moon loomed, a large yellow eye staring over the edge of the horizon wreathed in silver-tipped cloud and black smoke from the bonfire further down the mountainside. Marguerite could remember when the mountain had been ringed with such fires, enough to threaten the stars above in number on this the most holy of nights. …
Tag: Short Story
The Festival of Lights
Snow drifts piled up against the stone walls of the city Cockaigne, the smallest taller than a man’s head. There were few people waiting in line this time of year – the last day of light where even then the sun was but a smudge on the edge of the horizon. When it sets the …
Fist of the Spider Woman
A collection of short stories based around horror and queer desire.
Everyone’s Gotta Eat
A retired thief is persuaded to join one last heist after something important is taken from a member of her old gang.
Psychopomp
The first time I saw her I had just left a party. It was the middle of the fucking night, and she just stood there on the opposite corner, one dark shadow amongst other shadows. I wouldn't have noticed her but for the fuck-off huge raven or crow or whatever that swooped over my head …