“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