Fiction
The Dog King
by Holly Black
Some say that they can rise up on two legs and speak as men, that nimble fingers can chip away at hinges, that their voices can call promises and pleas through keyholes, that they are not quite what they seem.
by Holly Black
Some say that they can rise up on two legs and speak as men, that nimble fingers can chip away at hinges, that their voices can call promises and pleas through keyholes, that they are not quite what they seem.
Erik Luke (via PodCastle)
26:10
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Pilgrims always cried when they crested the hill and saw the spires of Miruna; they usually fell to their knees right in the middle of traffic. All I saw was the gate that led to the Night Market.
Paul Boehmer
36:31
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This issue's cover art by
Dominick / Adobe Stock Image.