Petals for the Girl Who Refused to Turn into a Flower
When the oracle said I would blossom, my mother began sewing. Not clothes. Not shrouds. Petals.
Read MoreHyacinthus
Hyacinthus felt the promise in Apollo's rays when they kissed his leaves, as they burst from their confinement one by one. It was his lover's way of saying that they would be reunited once more, and telling him to be patient.
Read MoreOf Weeds and Wombs
Was it magehood I was chasing, or freedom? Did I truly need this wish granted if he already saw past the scars?
Read MoreDaughter of Saule
When the storm passes, the daughters are left dazed. The eldest approaches Saule and says, “Mother, we can't possibly weave light on this doomed day.”
Read MoreTo Bloom Amongst Mortals
Bighari smelled their mortality, the scent of sweat and soil and blood, when they stumbled into her garden.
Read MoreTied to the Otherworld
My kingdom was drowned—and my secret safe beneath the waves.
Many long nights I had prayed for freedom. For an end to my rule. Wishing that somehow I’d never have to see Cantre'r Gwaelod again. But never like this.
Read MoreLittle Limbs
All children go through phases, but especially when your kid is a tree.
Read MoreGiver of Joy
It was Hermes that Charon paddles for all of time, wades through the river of souls and rocks against the lapping wakes. For the moment he delivered, passing between hands, a small but holy touch.
Read MoreBabes, Saints, and Madmen
A smile spread on his face as it dawned on him. This is it. I’ve crossed the threshold. I have arrived.
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