Where the Dark Stands Still

by A.B. Poranek

“He does not deserve you, Liska Radost.” “Nor I him,” she replies. “But nothing is ever equal with humans, really—we give and we take, the scales ever tipping. That’s just the way of it. I am what he has, and he is what I have—there’s no point keeping score.”

But becoming the Driada’s warden taught me one thing: if the world has not prepared a place for you, you must take up a hammer and chisel and carve one out for yourself.”