Starling House

by Alix E. Harrow

I was given an impossible task, of the kind a king might set for his daughter’s unwanted suitors or a god might give to a sinful soul.

wishing I’d stolen every last spoon in his stupid house.

As you should

“Morning! I brought you something.” I open my coat and the hellcat explodes out of it like one of those aliens that pops out of people’s chests.

Surprise cat