Cloud-The-Heads by Steven Sheil

Cal found what he was looking for at the edge of the woods, down where the ground sloped towards the dank waters of Stout Marsh, in between where the tree roots crept across the ground half-exposed like dead men’s fingers. A patch of Cloud-The-Heads, the tall stems clustered with ever-smaller rings of yellow flowers, yellow… Read more Cloud-The-Heads


Scarryns by Steven Sheil

It was a harmless lie, nothing more. The same lie that the old man himself had been told by his own folks, back when  he was the boy’s age. A tale that parents told to keep their children in step, to save themselves the trouble of using the stick or the back of a hand.… Read more Scarryns