For She Is Wrath

by Emily Varga

“Do you have a plan?” I smiled at her, an echo of Thohfsa’s earlier one. “No, but I have a sword.”

goat’s milk

“I would read you like a novel. From cover to cover, learning everything about you.” He tilted his head. “Leisurely, only taking me out when you felt like it?” I snorted. “Is that how you read your novels, Mazin? How uninspiring. No, I mean in a fierce frenzy, by candlelight, devouring you until I finished every page and committed it to memory, and then I’d flip right back to the front and start again from the beginning.”

“I can’t tell if you’re flirting by asking me to kill you or not.”