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Marco’s revelations spur Gracey to quick action, but what she discovers may do more than break her heart. Photo by just Luc
The swing picked up speed, and in a moment the demon was gliding through the air accompanied only by the low creak of the oak branches and the silent trailing of his red cape. Photo by marymactavish
“I brought children into this dark world because it needed the light that only a child can bring.” ~Liz Armbruster
“This is your dream, Marco,” Two Rabbit said. “So you tell me: why are we here? Why do you need to see the funeral again?” Photo by Mait Jüriado
100 bottles of pulque on the wall, 100 bottles of pulque! Take one down, pass it around! Photo by larry&flo.
A single question burned hot in her mind since she’d heard the disquieting news: Where was Audra Fairgood? Photo by Bob Jagendorf.
Marco knew little of death, had not felt its icy fingers upon the heart, but in that moment, Marco came to know death’s song.
The cards felt good in Marco’s hands — they had the worn feel of old paper and pulsed with the warm undercurrent of Satsuko’s energy. Photo by LE
“Everything has more than one story, and every story has more than one point of view. If you know the stories, you can access all the power of the universe.” Art by Katie Knutson
The words of the Christmas carol echoed in his mind, and Marco felt Rubio’s death wash freshly over him. This was all his fault.