Larks perch on my pillowcase. Eels occupy my shoes. I’ve nothing further to report. There is no other news.
Yardith, daughter of the sorceress, sat baking on a rock under heavy hanging heat. The sun burned in the sky. Drops of sweat fell in steady patient rhythm from her nose, enlarging the dark purple blot on her violet satin tunic. ‘Can’t you cast some spell to make it cooler? This is the worst,’ said […]