We beg the sun for warmth. We diffuse the shadows. In the name of Itempas We speak to give meaning to sound. We think before we act. We kill, but only for peace. The chamber in which we appeared was not far from the others. Still in the new palace, in fact — one of the smaller, delicate nauti...
Like a blanket, she thinks through the bleariness of half-sleep; like the quilt her great-grandmother once sewed for her out of patches of uniform cloth. Years ago and before she died, Muh Dear worked for the Brevard militia as a seamstress, and got to keep the scraps from any repairs that requir...
he said, “there was a god imprisoned here. He was a terrible, beautiful, angry god, and by night when he roamed these white halls, everyone feared him. But by day, the god slept. And the body, the living mortal flesh that was his ball and chain, got to have a life of its own.” &...