World Turns to Slurry
To love your neighbor as yourself seems pretty heartless. Narcissus’s yew bow has a hefty draw, and few can boast the strength to bend it. But when he steps noiselessly into the glade and spies a roe deer, her nose to the pool, the bow arcs lithely as a reed. The hissing shaft buries itself… Read more World Turns to Slurry