Amora stopped walking and stared ahead into the darkness. “How did you find it?” Phoebe glanced from her to the tunnel ahead of them. It was still full daylight, but her sight could not penetrate the shadows within. She had expected more overgrowth—vines snaking up from the sides of the tunnel’s arch, weeds bursting from […]
Read More The Mad TunnelIt was a time when dragonflies could flutter all the way up to the moon, when the flickering of a hummingbird’s wings was faster than lightning.
It was a time when the growl of thunder signified the coming of a catastrophe, a cracking of the earth, a roiling of the seas, a shuddering of the heavens.
It was a wild time.
And into this time was born a creature that her mother called Mora.
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