Mr. Parson’s Pawn Shop accepts trade-ins, so Ursula removes her right arm and places it on the glass countertop. It feels good to be rid of it, an arm that so many have stroked and grabbed and bruised and licked. A bit of blood squirts from the arm and onto the apron of Mr. Parson […]
CW: Infant death They called my sister Woad when she was born because her skin was the same blue tint as the dye we mixed for the crown prinsessa’s church gown. She dropped like a stone from my mother’s womb, dead, never to stir the dust with her breath, never to crunch across the rushes […]
When Death decided he wanted a child, he plucked a ghost orchid from the furthest edge of the world – the kind of flower that could survive in the dark indeterminate edges between life and death – and grew her from its roots. Born from blackened soil, Daughter Death was a quiet baby. She simply […]
I didn’t expect it to be like this. I walked, no, strutted into town—and I’d be lying if I told you I remembered the name of the town—with my new sword on my hip and a smile hung crooked on my cheeks. This is what you do if you are an adventurer. You strut into […]
October—a month where the veil between worlds seems thinnest, and creatures of night draw closer to our world. In this issue, we pull back the curtain on what lurks in the darkness, but with a twist. Instead of traditional monsters, we focus on those that challenge conventions, defy our expectations, and, perhaps, aren’t monsters at […]