There’s a sparrow lying on the crust of the snow, beak open, one wing folded.
“And why would there be multiple Earths in the same universe?” the counsellor asks me.
Keeping a secret is dangerous.
Damien had discovered the marsh after their last Move.
I scrambled to find the arm hole in my gown as I ran toward Zorah’s office apartment.
The vast Ossinian sea, empty and calm, spread out before me in all directions.