A Dark and Drowning Tide

by Allison Saft

Alcohol and men like Johann never mixed well. It emboldened them.

It was one thing for people to suspect you were a monster. It was another thing entirely to hand them proof.

“Death happens. There’s nothing you have done to invite it and nothing you can do to banish it.”

“You didn’t kill him. The nixies did. Had it been you who fell, he would not be grieving you. You’re too softhearted, Sylvia. Save your tears for someone who deserves them.”