I will be a memory she might save only for the potential to sharpen her sales pitch to Tellurians or to stretch out her wickedly whispered reputation.
I asked her from the fire, my voice rising in the cherry sparks.
Angels are always dangerous.
Multicolored buttresses and gargoyles began to sprout in the madness of chaos.
A person whose central records have been deleted, rendering them unable to live in civilized society.