She heard his little feet pad up to her bed before he spoke. “Mariah, you said we’d learn conjuring today.”
She kept her eyes closed, refused to answer. The boy thrived on abuse, and she was good at it. Continue reading
She heard his little feet pad up to her bed before he spoke. “Mariah, you said we’d learn conjuring today.”
She kept her eyes closed, refused to answer. The boy thrived on abuse, and she was good at it. Continue reading
Another messenger. From another village. With another monster they needed her to kill. And she didn’t have a fucking choice. Mariah stared into the camp fire, took a bite out of her lump of cheese.
The messenger was just a boy this time, smooth-faced, high-voiced. He sat off to her right and a little further from the fire.