Tsukimono: A Summer Nightmare Begins (excerpt)

by Serena W. Sorrell   The roar of the summer cicadas was almost deafening. Even from inside the chrysalis, though perhaps made all the more deafening thanks to the wretched space inside the crystalline cavern. Maybe their calls echoed off of the cocoon into the yet frail body curled up upon itself inside. Whatever the…

Bootleg Souls (excerpt)

by Serena W. Sorrell   They say a healthy soul resides in a healthy body. Well, if that's true then New York must be rotten; a grade-A dung heap of expired and long rancid spirits. Only Paris, or maybe London, might come close to the putrid rot of New York, but nowhere could surpass it.…

Echomancer (excerpt)

by Serena W. Sorrell   The night sky cracked, its reflection shattered. Chaya plunged into ink and silt. Needles of cold pierced her and the churning waters created a deluge of bubbles. They raced skyward, frantic. Chaya forced herself to swim deeper, away from the bubbles waltzing through starlight--away from air. The deafening beat in…