When Rudolfo returned to his tent, the metal man sat at the table, sifting through the pouch of tools and scrolls, and the man was gone. “Do you know enough?” Rudolfo asked. Isaak looked up. “Yes, Lord.” “Do you want to kill ...
Jakob lay spread-eagle on his stomach in the middle of the plush mattress, though she couldn’t remember just when she’d fetched him from his crib. She unbolted the lock and cracked the door open, rubbing her eyes. “Yes?” “Regent Xhum and Mother Elsb...
He said he’d just run across the third of the stories about Jay that he’d written for Jay’s birthday parties. He wondered if I wanted to read it. I said “sure!” It was funny and loving and contained much of the essence of Jay. And then three days later, Jay died, just five...