by Serena W. Sorrell “Death, be reasonable.” Fate’s appointment with Death was not going at all how he had hoped it would. Though they seldom met--each playing different, yet related parts in the stories of others--Fate had always respected Death’s succinctness, the precision with which he worked. Yes, they both…
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.…
Serena W. Sorrell 