Blood Binds #7

Harvesting Hearts

Colonies of fleshy globules thrived in the stagnant sea-ball left over from high tide, months gone. Inside their translucent bodies, veiny hearts the size of golf balls fluttered steadily. The air stank of silt going to rot. Kyle was knee-deep in the muck and not relishing a second of it.

Hel’s witchy niece satbetween the massive toes of the closest tree, on the verge of nodding off to sleep.

It was nigh noon. Salty woods, with their twisted boughs and cotton-candy soft canopi...