Forty-seven. The Road Back

Lyric struggled for a few feet. Run, her mother’s voice reminded her, and she mustered again the strength to take off toward the opening, a sliver of light between the trees ahead of her.

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excerpts from the mists of na crainn

in the forest

A knife of wind cut through the leaves above the girl’s head. Their shredded remnants bolted forward and so did she, running with her arms pulling at the air.  More…

the planetarium in the attic

Configurations of stars-the hunter, the sleeper, the twins and the regal peacock-burnished the pallet of sky before her eyes.  More…