Vol. VIII

    I went into my Uncles’ old room. Everything was covered in sheets. The golden afternoon light filtered through the blinds. I went to the closet and opened the door. There was a cardboard box. I opened it up and saw an old lunch pail, some pens, a hammer and a few books on bird watching. […]

Vol. VI

    Demora could take the shape of a bird, a crow made of flame and shadow. She could take the shape of a great cat, whose fur was the consistency of smooth, black marble. She could turn into a snake, an agile cobra, adorned and speckled with gold. Demora could also take the form of a […]

Vol. V

        A man of Egypt walked the desert. His lips were chapped and his skin blistered where his robes were torn. The sun glared down on him and baked the sand he walked on. The only protection he had were the clothes on his back, the wrap on his head and shoes […]