I feel divinity in my bones, aching like fire. Once, we had craved the burn. Once, divinity stained our hands and mouths like pomegranate...

In the pure white of the night, Death comes with cherry lips and cruel blade. At least, that was what my father always claimed. But when...

The wax would leave a mark, but not a scar. And as much as Rassa wants to fling the half-melted candle into the lake, she can not. “You...

Tonight, I am the fool. The mask sits tight against my face, snug against the curve of my jaw, cutting into the jiggle of baby fat I...

His mother’s pearls coil like snakes around his fingers. He holds them stiffly, like rosary beads, hoping that they will bring peace,...