Fiction

The baby I could keep came when I was already dead.  I was twelve when I was murdered, fourteen when I looked into the Yalu River and, finding no face looking back at me, knew that I was dead. I…Read more

Romance

One of these days, Taylor Wellington figured she’d be old, maybe even wrinkled, and then, finally then, her best friends would stop trying to convince her she needed love.  No one needed love.  Having been both with it and without…Read more

SF & Fantasy

Holy Sister
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Holy Sister

Mark Lawrence

Zole beckoned them rather than approach and bring with her the awful pressure of the shipheart’s presence. Nona took a few uncertain steps towards the girl, Ara behind her, then Kettle, all of them limping, the novice because of the…Read more

Fiction

The building in which the Tungaraza family lived clung to the side of the hill over whose crest the city centre sprawled, so that the apartments that were on the ground floor at the front of the building—as was the…Read more