Today, Wendy Moira Angela Darling will walk a new kind of gallows. That’s quite melodramatic, she thinks. But it’s not so untrue. A broken woman in a broken mirror stares back at her…
A growl. That’s the first sound that summons the rest of them. Some she even recognizes, assuming that the blonde one that hovers closest to Rinor is his father…
“Selam alejkum.” Humaira can’t see him beyond the array of shelves; various ointments, salves, powders and liquids, but she knows…
“If you are not a wolf, Humaira, then other wolves will eat you.” Humaira mulls over the statement, taking it…
It was very quiet on one Ramadan night, when little Roumana woke up from a light.
