The Devourers

by Indra Das

To tell stories of the past to children who walk into the future is a task both noble and taxing.” I feel a

Those very streetlights become rows of high torches rippling with fire, a path for us two, human and non-human, leading into the well of a night long past, leading backward into the stinking dark of fermented history. —

Úlfhéðinn

Whoa no idea. Beserkers

Light filters through the car windows and slides across the stranger’s face, which flashes with waking red when a car or truck stops next to us while indicating.