"As I stared, the creature lifted one frail arm and reached up towards me, five long thin fingers opening and clutching at the air in front of my face. There were wounds all over its skin: contusions and knife cuts. Knotted stumps marred its shoulders where vestigial wings may or may not have been severed from its body. Its blood was thick and black, like crude oil.
'What are you?” I just about managed to say in a whisper.
Its voice, when it came through the lipless mouth, passing like fluid over calloused, toothless gums, was distant, as if I heard it across a vast arid plain:
“I am In-between
- Excerpt from Fallen
, a story included in To Usher, the Dead
(available soon from Pendragon Press)
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