literary fantasy
Doors that Open on Leap Days
Every four years, on February 29, the bar is open.
literary fantasy
Romantic Fantasy
The Pomegranate Man
The pomegranate split in his hands—reluctantly, then all at once—and Riam set half of it on the flat rock where the tide would find it by morning. The seeds shone like wet garnets in the last grey light. Forty years he had done this. Forty winters watching the
urban fantasy
The Ghost Census
Every hundred years, the dead cast their votes. And the living wait to see if they still deserve tomorrow.
Romantic Fantasy
I Am the Wolf, I Am the Boy
When someone loves him, he becomes a wolf. Then he forgets them forever.