Moontide

Listen. I have a story to share. Will you hear it howling in my eaves? Feel it gusting down my chimney with a fine mist of rain? See it in the gossamer ghosts flitting over the dust and ashes? Scent it on the salt wind that whispers and wails with the voices of the lost? I can only hope you will. Fiadh wears a stolen pelt that eats away her humanity, night by night. When she stumbles into an abandoned lighthouse with blood staining her hands, her teeth, she has almost given up hope of claiming b