I am sorry to tell you that Fanny is out hunting Poets again. It’s such a bore. She’ll be tiresome when she gets back, obv. sans Poets.

I would like to remind everyone that this college has a zero tolerance policy for demon-summoning.

I was still rattly in my new skin when I ate the first one. Winner of Apex Microfiction Reader’s Choice Award 2021. Reprinted in Best Microfiction 2022.

The first time I saw her, she stood in the arch of the gate, a black spindle against the open stretch of road…

Nina hunched over her desk with her wings curled around her. Three more files, and then she could take a break…

Bad things happen when you don’t invite the right people to your parties…