Category: Short Stories

“This is your test,” she says, and to my dismay, her voice carries the tinny echo of magic, a compelling power.

Not the usual conversation one has upon entering a magical psychologist’s office.

Rumors of her appear in the news, but who can credit tales of a pale little girl freezing things with a single, bloodied touch?

He was the assassin, the executioner, the bringer of death for the Blood King. After all, Terrance understood death better than most.

Court-appointed therapy doesn’t go quite the way Rapunzel thought it would.

He got away with it all. In the end, it was the damned cows that caught him.

The soul had been flayed, shredded into suffering ribbons, and Death had to think carefully about how to handle it right.