by KJ Fieler and Harrison Kayne If you only own one dress but need to go unnoticed, pitch-black moire is the ticket. Innocuous, somber,...

The lamplighter was making his rounds, a ladder over his right shoulder, a pair of brass wick trimmers hanging from his belt. A boy of...

Small as a suckling pig and less fussy about hygiene; most folks mistook her for some unidentified species of vermin. They weren’t wrong. Born human but a stranger to any mother, the girl-child had been alone on the street since she could toddle. Merchants unwise enough to shoo her away only did it once, in spite of her stink. Disposition of a rabid terrier, that one—held onto a grudge like a cur with a bit o’ stolen bacon. She’d stain your doorstep with all manner of filth f