The gemstones tumbled across the orange-red mosaic, spots of green among the tones more suited to a wasteland than a Tier-Dweller’s home.
Read MoreWednesday’s got it right. A death stare’s so much better than a clenched-teeth smile. I’d rather be a stubborn stump dug deep than a willow bent and squashed beneath their feet.
Read MoreThe play ends with no help from my “friends,” Merigold folding me so neatly into the evening’s script that she must have been forewarned of our attendance.
Read MoreThankfully my landing appears prepared, my graceful roll – all muscle memory – bringing me up beside Merigold. She beams, unsurprised
Read MoreThe show begins with a flash of blinding light as Merigold ascends the stage. She’s a vision, her presence commanding a level of attention I usually reserve for assassins and accountants.
Read MoreAn electric chill enters the air, both energizing and dreadful. Rach spins but doesn’t pull her sword. “Rachalynn.” The voice is as seductive as a warm chocolate brownie.
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