A somber sun was setting on the season of death, and I raised my hood against the last winter wind while the ghosts of pagan-midwives..
The time of snow and shadow was upon us, and the jubilant hag who sits atop my ribs and skips stones in my blood made..
Once upon an aching autumn, I set out to find the soft and rotten center of the human story. I clawed at the rank mud..
Some say the gods left these lands long ago, but I say the land is god. This wild solstice, I say they are still here...
Lean close, lover. I have a confession you simply must hear before that haunted day of fire and debauchery swallows us both whole. The weather..
Those wicked hours before morning found me wrapped in human-skin leathers stitched from the puckered faces of dead kings and wanting a fire. I took..
Vision wants memory. The bone-women were singing in this apocalyptic nightmare of mine, crouched with fleshless hands drumming softly on each other’s skulls, slow-rocking in..
Danielle Dulsky has her next book that is about to be released in March. She has provided and excerpt from it as well as The..
Come sit, heathen. At long last, I’ve solved the most vexing riddle, and I can see by the ache behind your eyes that you wonder..
A soft and sudden flicker of warm candlelight bade me wake, and I knew the wandering hag-ghost was haunting my halls. Every Blood Moon she..
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