An imagined disease spreads across a city. A fading horror movie star crafts his replacement. Two thieves wait for rescue at the end of the world. Human monsters are put to their final tests. Time stands still in fairy circles, loops in on itself for a runaway child, and can be rewritten in... read more
““I’m not the devil,” he told her,fusing her bones under his touch,“but I’m nearly as old as him and there’s those would say I do the devil’s work, and maybe that’s so, and there’s those that come to me for fame and those that come to me for talent and you I found just wanting your breath to stay in your sweet body and that’s surely something altogether different. No matter what they say I’ve never taken anyone’s soul, never taken anything that wasn’t mine and you’re going to give me what’s mine, all right? You get to live, you get to walk away, and when that moon comes around all sharp again nine times from now you will have yourself two boys, two fine young boys, and one of them will be your perfect angel, everything you ever dreamed, and the other — the other one belongs to me, and on his twelfth birthday, well. On his twelfth birthday, you hand him over to me, is all. You hand one of your boys to me or there will surely be hell to pay.”— from "Lullaby for Two Voices"”
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