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The trees in this part of the Dragonwood are thin and lanky, like growing boys, like her own willowy limbs, but Lina has no interest in the trees, or young men, or the body that conveys her, stomping feet falling where they will. Her thoughts are for the great lizards, those remote majestic beasts sunning themselves on the high rocks jutting from the tree line. She looks up to patches of hot blue sky through the canopy of green leaves far above. Her feet are bare. It is the hottest part of the day, and everyone else is resting in the stone-coolness of the house. Around Lina the air is thick, dark, and green, sitting on her skin, sinking into her hair to run down her neck in rivulets. Every time a twig or stone digs into the sole of her foot, her heart leaps. Soon, she tells herself. Soon. Please.
She pauses her stomping to lift her hair against a light breeze. Heavy and thick as her arm, the braid falls to her feet and even a little beyond, dragging on the ground, pulling her head back until her scalp aches. Strands escape constantly, wispy things flying about her face. She wishes she could cut it off, pluck the hairs from her head, shave down to smooth unburdened scalp like her grandfather, like widows and oracles, bald beneath wimples. If her aching scalp were bald as a dragon’s egg, she would throw the bones and divine her own path, be reborn from that egg and fly away with the dragons. But she cannot—Lina is not an oracle, a widow, an old man, or a great lizard. She is not free to do as she pleases. Lina was bought from a witch, on the promise that her hair remain unshorn. Lina was seen by the oracles as the wife for the Prince. She will marry him in a week’s time, and become not only a wife and a princess but her family’s greatest honor. The Prince’s tower looms in the distance, beyond the Dragonwood. No matter which direction she walks, the tower grows closer.
Familiar in Her Angles – E.A. Brenner
The Yarnball Woman – Michael Milne
Graven Image – B. Morris Allen
Not All Those Who Wander Are Lost – Douglas Anstruther
Q: What are you reading now?
A: At the moment, I am juggling between:
- Anne Sexton’s Complete Poems (Anne Sexton)
- We Need to Talk About Kevin (Lionel Shriver)
- Little Fires Everywhere (Celeste Ng)
- In the Night Garden (Catherynne M. Valente)
L’Erin is a writer from Lawrence, Kansas. She writes when she’s not saving lives at her other job. She can be found online at lerinogle.com
Q: Do you write with a particular audience in mind?
A: I often write with myself as the intended audience. There are a lot of things that I enjoy seeing in stories, and when I write, I try to hit all of those notes. I try to include people like me—queer folks, gender minority folks, disabled folks; themes and subjects I care about; and evoke images that matter to me, or appeal to my sense of aesthetics.
I do write with the intent of sharing my work, but it matters to me that I, at the very least, start with a base that is true, first and foremost, to what I want in a story.