Gurgi: A Black Cauldron Story
BY CHARLOTTE SANDOVAL The creature called Gurgi let out a pitiful moan, burying his face in the dirt, rear in the air. “Workings and groanings for poor Gurgi,” came the muffled complaint, “Only workings and groanings.” All around him, the sheep he was meant to be tending continued to eat their grassy lunch, unphased by...
An Hour That Passes
BY AVELLINA BALESTRI
A little flower and a warrior sage, both counting life as an hour, a rose dropping its petals, sand slipping through glass.
