The Sapieneria
A clean-cut, thirtyish man sat in a booth, his severe stare unwavering. Before him, a juvenile pig hunched on the tabletop, softly grunting.
A clean-cut, thirtyish man sat in a booth, his severe stare unwavering. Before him, a juvenile pig hunched on the tabletop, softly grunting.
Those who knew Eulalia Quirke thought her surname suited her: of the two thousand residents of Red Crescent, she was by far the quirkiest.
Then it would crow a screeching laugh, and the boy would awaken in cold sweat, only to realize the scream had been his own. The… Read More »The Monster’s Playground