The Lost Library – Mahmud El Sayed
If you go back far enough, every species’ word for themselves always boils down to one thing: ‘us’.
Beautifully written SFF
The Eye of the Goddess – Samuel Parr
The Sololfursson had said Ingolfur was too weak to reach the Goddess’s Isle.
Tashala’s Hair – Richard Strachan
For the novices of Kilavastin, the monastery’s position high on the cold, north-facing flank of the mountain was enough to recommend it to even the most austere followers of the Path.
Her Spirit Animal – L.A.W. Butler
Atynleigh leaned into the wind as she pulled her wool shawl closer around her face.
Since We Don’t Have Wings – Gwen Whiting
Chash sloshed through the mud on his way home, picking up bits of glass and hiding them in his pockets.