Dragon Fall, by Thomas C. Mavroudis. Episode 4

Like the fishing vessel, the moon itself was stranded. It was slotted into place at permanent midnight and crack appeared down its center—a jagged line of thickening black that Duma knew was blood. Quillton surely suspected it, as well.

Powerless, by Lucio Rodriguez

The man in front of Levi lowered his palm to the flame, then lower still. Less than an inch from the candle wick, flame lapping at his flesh. Slowly, as if it were the most impressive thing in the world, the man extinguished the flame with his palm.

Dragon Fall, by Thomas C. Mavroudis. Episode 2

Duma crept into the circular nave, brandishing an oil lamp like a flail. The lamps in the chapel were trimmed, and burned with a clean but low light. It must have been the sexton’s final task before his head was caved in.

Folley’s Circus, by Lucio Rodriguez. Epilogue

Gaspard lay on the ground, letting the pain and shame pulse through him. Outside the tent, shouting, uncertainty. People ran this way and that. The noise beat in time with his body.

Dragon Fall, by Thomas C. Mavroudis. Episode 1

Duma of St. Ashleigh of The Henge ultimately confronted the banshee in a grove of storm blasted willows that shadowed an otherwise idyllic bend of creek.

Folley’s Circus, by Lucio Rodriguez. Episode 12

The wind was picking up. It wasn’t a constant blowing, but sudden gusts that shoved one aside or threw the dry soil about. Gaspard shielded his eyes. Already his ears and the bottom of his pockets carried a fine layer of dirt.

Folley’s Circus, by Lucio Rodriguez. Episode 11

In a world of vagabonds, loners, and freaks, Ringmaster Folley was followed for a reason. America’s interest in freak shows and carnivals had gradually decreased

Folley’s Circus, by Lucio Rodriguez. Episode 10

Francine dragged her bags into the door of Daniel’s trailer. One on each shoulder, she got stuck in the jamb, struggled.

Folley’s Circus, by Lucio Rodriguez. Episode 9

Two cows stood together in a makeshift corral. Both were underweight and unmolested by flies, as if the flies knew it wasn’t worth their effort.

Folley’s Circus, by Lucio Rodriguez. Episode 2

Francine turned the corner from the mess, walked out past the living quarters toward the back yard. The trucks and trailers here were well-used, even the recently painted trailers were faded and chipping with sun and travel. The posters mounted on their sides were brittle.