Part 1: The Fallen Stars “Sign it, you washed-up female general!” my sister hissed, crushing…
Part 1: The Scent of Orange Blossoms The golden afternoon sun of southern C. bathed…
Part 1: The Return and the Blood-Mark The sun beat down relentlessly on the gravel…
The Architecture of the Blossom Chapter I: The Weight of the Rind There is a…
My CEO husband took his mistress to the gala and left me at home in…
Seeing me carrying my baby in faded clothes, my grandma stopped cold and asked, “Wasn’t…
Chapter I: The Steel Threshold There is a distinct, heavy geometry to the sound of…
Chapter I: The Color of Erasure There is a specific, metallic scent to a betrayal…
My husband texted, “Don’t be late tonight. Mom has a surprise waiting for you.” I…
The Architecture of the Frost Chapter I: The Sanctuary and the Breach There is a…