Monthly Archives: August 2013

Then there’s the other thing they call love, which was rather longer in coming. There were girls my age, but they were not our kind, nor we theirs. No one ever spoke it aloud, but it was understood, and I … Continue reading →

I loved my mother, and my father as much as he would let me. But the first I really fell in love was when I was ten, and I got a baby sister and a kitten in the same day. … Continue reading →

I was twelve, the traditional age of apprenticeship, and my little sister was two, when my mother called me to the workbench and said that it was time. I had loved to watch her, of course, when I was small. … Continue reading →

This house is a fortress and a prize and a trap. I’ll sacrifice it willingly if it will draw the fire of our enemies and thereby reduce their strength. I think it will be a while before they figure out … Continue reading →

I can feel the grain of things. I don’t want to say that I talk to ghosts, but the evidence speaks to me much more eloquently. I am swifter to follow along to the place where the decisive thing lies; … Continue reading →