“The waters are rising,” said the god of corners. “Either your king will die. Or you will.”
Her many tails rippled behind her, vanishing first. The rainfall that soaked the rats scurrying about in preparation to save their king did not touch her gleaming black fur, or drip from her long silver whiskers.
Her head vanished last, lips still curled in a curious smile. She had not gone. She was only invisible.
She would stay and watch.
Read More No Kings Among Rats“So it’s agreed, if we see a cat—any cat—we flee.” The brown rat with the black spot upon her pink nose nodded at her two partners.
The black rat with the long swishing tail nodded his head in return. The rat with fur the color of storm clouds twitched her whiskers.
All three boarded the little ship made of twig and stone, bound by fibers, sealed with resin, and thrice-blessed by their elders.
The ship was named for what its crew desired to be, Invisible.
Read More The Lake of the Nightmare CatThree days has passed since Parnika’s baby sister, Kulfi, has been taken by the Marshmallow Monarch.
Read More A Waking Walker in Slumberland“We only allow guests to stay in the master suite for one night. Any longer than that and some begin to experience issues with their health.”
“Psychological issues, you mean?”
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