The empty rooms inside Mrs. Morton’s house felt large and cold. The empty space inside her chest felt larger and colder, and filled with a terrible draft.
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“Sacrifices” [Fiction]
“You know what it’s like,” he finally said, “to have a fox show up out of nowhere and start talking to you?”
“A Gift Most Wanted (Part 3)” [Fiction]
“I didn’t rescue you so you could go without marshmallows, Morry.”
“A Gift Most Wanted (Part 2)” [Fiction]
Early on in his training, he spent his nights with other novices, scraping away at the low-life creatures that clung like barnacles to the edges of darkness. He then spent his days doing data entry.
“A Gift Most Wanted (Part 1)” [Fiction]
As old as they were, gryphons sometimes had difficulty navigating the subtle undercurrents that moved the river of human social convention.
