Greetings from the Styx

Part thirty-three of Misplaced Fire Nesrin stood unaided by Ceylan or Dinah, watching with a snarling smirk as Patanī writhed against the ties on his wrists. Though she wasn’t singing, Nesrin’s voice vibrated with the music of a dirge as she spoke to her uncle. “The Nymphs of the River Styx have not had the... Continue Reading →

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