Killing me, this coming back to life. The tissue softens, ice disengages from flesh, though taut sinews are still brittle, muscles do not un-tense. I...
I heard that you had retired from the fire, Salamander. Where have you gone and what have you been? What do you do when you can’t go out - by which I...
New technology allows me to extract him from a woodcut and invite him into the house. It is a mistake. His stains will never be erased from the soft...
It is not where I lead, it is where you follow, these paths seem to say. Not me talking, but the wind I bend in sympathy with, like that holly, like...