ECHO OF THE SIREN   “Have you a death wish?” my son Telemachus asked, exasperated. “You are the only mortal to hear the song of the Sirens and live. Why in the gods’ names would you go back there?” Next to him, Penelope stood silently, her smoldering eyes and clenched mouth showing pain and disappointment. […]

[WE WHO ARE ABOUT TO DIE, by Michael W. Cho, artwork by Robert Zoltan   Libyssa was always like this. Wrapped in his famed red cloak, Chylon strode down the abandoned streets of the town, coming from his meeting with the king. He squinted his one good eye as rain beat on the stone-walled houses […]

FELLSCORPE AND THE WISHING WELL, by Katherine Quevedo, art by Simon Walpole They’d make fun of me, they would.  For this stupid shiny coin I roll between my fingers, glinting against my dark leather gloves as it flips across my knuckles.  And for the bright, polished stones arranged in a neat circle in front of […]

THE BOOK OF RUINS, by Jennifer Crow   Some ruins are not meant for rebuilding: jumbled stones with crumbling corners, a slope of gravel that once bore the face of god, the lake of unknown depth from which a lone bell

THE CAVE OF GLOWING SKULLS, by Gary Every     A small stream exits the cave at the mouth tumbling and cascading down the cliff before plopping onto the sand and seeping softly into the sea. The climb is rugged but not dangerous. One can easily walk a half mile inside the mountain, then the […]