Undead Gods

by Caitlyn Battelle

Topp Blatz, Crown Prince of Kava,

What an unfortunate name for a kid

Her curse led her to traipse far and wide through Relaclave, as if she were walking a tight line between her and the other cursed souls of her city. She found them. Her father dropped a tip on them. And the king killed them.

Remy’s daddy still wasn’t sure if his wife had given birth to a terror or a prodigy, but it seemed he held out hope that one day she would come to her senses and leave that nonsense behind. Good girls didn’t fight back against corrupt tax practices. They especially didn’t do it when their father was the face of said corruption.

“Oh my gods, you really did have it out for the god of the dead. Soot and storms, Elysia, first a prince who could turn you in and have you hung at any last breath, and now the god of the dead? You need serious help.” She hooted mercilessly, and Elysia turned a vibrant shade of red. “I do not,” she muttered. “And his name is Aidan.” All three women blinked. “He has a name?” Beatriz looked repulsed by this. “He has three pint-size dogs and a beautiful home.” They all sat back and pondered this for a moment until Beatriz finally got down to it. “Alright. So, he’s sexy. He's got three tiny-ass dogs. And we need a secret to force his hand. Anything else I’m missing?”

“To the women whose names are never known who fix the mistakes of men that we all may have better lives.”