Dec 19, 2012

Elfblood Tastes Like Honey

Ko's father returned to the village with a string of mouthwater glimmering on his beard and a mad glee in his eyes.
"Little people," he told Ko. "In the forest." He rubbed his belly, bit his underlip and nodded.
Ko went ahhh.
"They build houses now," said father. "We wait."

Twisted Wisp Eaters
by Mark Facey

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