The Crow Brides (I)

Muffled, distant voices shook her from mad dreams of a storm of midnight wings. Her head rattled from the pallid light bombarding her sensitive eyes. A twisting screw of pain drilled between her eyes. A shiver traced icy fingers down her spine into the naked soles of her feet. Smooth walls, the color of drying…

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…