As I hurried to the Woodshire town center, one meager street of little shops, I contemplated ways to get supplies. There was more than one abandoned machine along the overgrown road into Woodshire: I passed a rusted-out water heater, a chisel plow, and a small, bent carriage frame. I eyed all of ...
Maebh’s chair tipped and clattered to the floor as she stood. She crossed the room in a few wide steps and grabbed Mara by the arm. “How many times have I told you?” she demanded. “Goddess, Mara, I need you safe. I need to know you’re safe, always.” The look on Mara’s face passed through shock to...