An hour before she died, Riti Gill bore witness to a battle.
The black wall of the ice cave in which she lay acquired a strange, translucent depth, and beneath its [...]
Issue: September 2007
In Memoriam Memoriae
Stormy Weather
The roaring, waterfall sound of the rain almost covered the cries of the dying men. Almost, but not quite.
Myree McCoughlan sat on her bed listening to the screams of the [...]
In The Grove of Sickle Grass
“Greetings, Meljin!” Timn’s cousin hailed him with the false name as they entered the grove of sickle grass.
Timn answered, speaking loudly though Cran was now close beside him. “Hello, Ronalin.”
Timn [...]