Crooked Chords

 

In the world of Obsidian, blood is magic. Four travellers begrudgingly work together to escape their own peculiar pasts, as well as the horrors wrought on them by blood—a tree transformed into a woman, a ghoul in search of his living flesh, a boy with too much blood, and a man cursed to drink it. Too bad they can’t get along to save their lives.

Nielsen, Kay. From East of the Sun West of the Moon. (1914). “And still the horse begged him to look behind him.”

 
 
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