We walked for hours through someone else’s dark and anxious dreams, and he navigated it as only a spiritwalker can, a man trained since birth not only to battle evil spirits but also to retrieve […]
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Dad was on big important phone calls all the next day, with bankers I think. Mr. A. Tranjay had said at dinner that his work would be done soon, and that was quicker than anyone […]
art by Taras Susak
Mr. Étranger watched her fly into the night. He turned to me. “Do you know her?” I sniffed. My cheeks were red from running in the cold. I could hear a semi pass on the […]
When Mr. A. Tranjay and I got back, my dad was waiting for us. He was mad I had unlocked the door. And he had found the book, the one Mr. A. Tranjay gave me. […]
“Is the stag waiting for something?” I stood in the doorway of the old garage. I was supposed to go to a hospital in a couple days. Or was it tomorrow? I could never keep […]