Writing
DPx collapse
The selection was over, the choice made. “For the most beautiful”, the trophy sat on the mantelpiece of ornate carved ivory. The sisters lay on the rugs play...
The Collector
When she was a child, she had a kaleidoscope. It split the world into fragments, of shape and light. A magical world in a wooden tube, broken and remade agai...
The God Mask
Thump - a drum beat. Shhhhhk. The shake of a rattle. A host of bare feet slapping stone. A sweep of red robes, dark as blood, swirling as the figures spin - ...