sad boys

As Ispir waited eagerly outside the temporary church set up in the pursuit of love and companionship he could hardly contain the blooming warmth and frenetic eagerness that thrummed like a bolt of lightning to the tips of his fingers and toes. The wind whistled and whispered by his ears and...

Leogaire was a terrible place. He’d been warned, but he’d come anyway, imagining that the warnings were exaggerations and that the city must just have had poor infrastructure or a shortage of street signs. What he’d found instead was a living, shifting body of streets and biomes. He’d tried to...