I have a brand-new SAGE story coming out on Monday; about Andrin and the Sword who washes up by his riverside cottage. It’s one of the stories in the Gifts of the Magi anthology, published by the Speculative Fiction Guild to benefit Indy Reads. Here’s…
This one really belonged on this blog’s Food Day, yesterday, but I’m doing the pictures in the order I randomly numbered them, so it’s today. Bite me, Mr. Monk.
A realization akin to joy flooded him: He could follow Marlin and tell him a breeze had come up and the boat had sailed away. By the time the gathering was over, the humans would all be dead.
