Two girls, a he and a she, married along the far shores of the Shadow Sea. They were both very small, delicate in the wrists and ankles, light enough to fly. Frost kissed their eyelashes. They lay in the snow, dressed all in martyr’s white.
We stoned then to death at dawn. The blood was very beautiful.
Anybody know a good feminist market looking for a dark little spec fic story?
This has bounced everywhere, always with a lot of hemming and hawing about yea, it’s pretty good, sure, but too damn “didactic.”
Damn me and my silly little political stories…