I’ve got two new stories out.
Spinning the Thread is out in the Autumn 2014 issue of Kaleidotrope. It’s a sort of historical horror dark fantasy gangster, uh, romance?
The second time I woke up this morning, the shotgun was gone from between my teeth.
Bridie’s fingers were on my cheek. She was behind me, and my eyes were still closed, but there was no mistaking those hands, soft from the spinning and warm with the winter smell of the wool.
“Shhhh,” she said. “You just sit there, now, Billy Beg, and don’t be moving.”
And my fantasy novelette The Leaves Upon Her Falling Light is in early release from Beneath Ceaseless Skies. You can buy the issue for just US$0.99 from Weightless Books or for the Kindle.
A little before dawn I make five little cages of white bone tied with ribbon and strewn with marjoram and rue and with the setting of the moon a bird of my remembrance flies in the window to land on the edge of my hand. She’s a wren, frail and faded as she has come the furthest.
“Hey, Jenny Jenny,” I sing to her, and feed her crumbs soaked in a little blood and honey and then a plump green spider I have been keeping in the windowframe.