The Curse of the Coelacanth

The women on the square were talking about them again. ‘Hasn’t this town suffered enough?’ one of them rasped. ‘If only that harlot would leave, and take that monstrous child with her, things might get better for us all!’ Aileen allowed the poisonous words to glide over her like water from a cormorant’s neck, bowed… Read more The Curse of the Coelacanth