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Filed to story: When the Moon Hatched Book The crowd begins to disperse, funneling through the exit, my fluffy non-friend herding me in the same direction while uncertainty churns in my chest, making it feel tight. Constricted. Pick something. Hone my focus. Don’t fucking drown. I hum my calming tune, stare narrowing on the flow…

Filed to story: When the Moon Hatched Book “Creators,” I mutter. The cliff is a vertical drop that levels onto another plateau, cradling a churning basin fed into from the now-heaving waterfall. The pool spills over the edge, down another cliff, where it feeds into a second basin far below—the one I saw when we…

Filed to story: When the Moon Hatched Book My log comes to an abrupt halt, jostling me so hard I almost roll off. I groan, opening my eyes to see I’ve snagged on a collection of debris, my trunk still banging and bumping into place amongst a pile of uptorn trees. The blurred figure draws…

Filed to story: When the Moon Hatched Book Like it’s imagining what I’d taste like lanced through by its munching maw. “Fait Hatdah !” one of the males behind me yells, pointing past. As if I can’t already see the enormous creature perched over the other side of the river, certainly large enough to stomach…

Filed to story: When the Moon Hatched Book “Com?, Kholu.” They gesture me forward. “Com?.” No idea about the other word, but com? must mean come. Truly, honestly, the last thing I want to do. I cut my majestic, mythical beast another scathing look. “Unless Rekk Zharos is up that path, nice and cornered for…

Filed to story: When the Moon Hatched Book A female occupies the throne on the right, a babe suckling her breast. Her pale hair pools around her like gushing water, her skin so fair I’m certain a single blade of sun would cause her to sizzle like a Moonplume caught in The Burn. Her bright-green…

Filed to story: When the Moon Hatched Book Killing him is looking harder by the hour. I thought it strange that he had no beaded soldiers with him. No powerful entourage. At least not for the part of his journey he’s sharing with me. Though I’m beginning to wonder if he simply doesn’t require the…

Filed to story: When the Moon Hatched Book With a deep sigh, I push off the wall and settle back on my stool, still wearing his blood on my face as l say, “Sorry for being disrespectful. And thank you for this meal. I appreciate the effort you put into it.” He pauses, spoon midscoop….

Filed to story: When the Moon Hatched Book With the scale clutched in my right hand, I make for the stairs, timing my movements to the ferocious beat of the storm lashing against the dwelling, dragging my left hand down the wall to steady myself. I descend toward the ground floor, movements soft and slow,…

Filed to story: When the Moon Hatched Book Not just closer … As close as we can be. This strangest need to kiss him surges through my veins. For us to clash against each other until we fuse in intangible ways. To taste him and feel him move inside me … A luscious, hungry shudder…