Kris Austen Radcliffe books

Itch: Nine Tales of Fantastic Worlds

Death snowed down as huge flakes, but more like glass than ice. It sliced as it fell. Crunched underfoot, as if Mira and Ismene ran on the broken wares of the gods themselves.     For once, Faustus had not used his future-seer to constrain Mira and Ismene. He didn’t pronounce ...