My Blood Wizard System
I kiss the coyote fang at his throat.
Celeste:
“Happy Fourth of July,
the sun princess just defended her title,
the storm queen’s drunk on mead,
and the lake is terrified of us.”
Above us, the phoenix dissolves into a million tiny suns that spell, in perfect English and Japanese:
WE’RE JUST GETTING STARTED.
Best summer ever.
The Quiet One
July 17, 2029 – 3:17 a.m., the roof of the old bathhouse ruins
The sky is the color of bruised thunderclouds even though there isn’t a storm for a thousand miles.