Monthly Archives: September 2010

The fish shifted in a sudden surge of water, either from invisible currents or because of Howlaa’s slimy violence. I hauled back on the stick way too hard and the fish’s head tilted up, up, up, but I took a … Continue reading →

We slept in a giant bird’s nest, a surprisingly soft place padded with leaves and made of what looked like whole uprooted trees. The nest perched in a pile of tumbled boulders, and Howlaa had to carry me up most … Continue reading →

We made it through the other side of the woods, and this time we didn’t emerge into bleak lava nastiness. Howlaa set me down and I stared at what seemed like hundreds of oddly-shaped buildings. There were grain silos, like … Continue reading →

My mom says stealing is wrong, my brother says it’s only stealing if you get caught, and my dad used to say good artists borrow, but great artists steal. I don’t know if I’m right or wrong or any kind … Continue reading →