Parts One through Twenty One can be read here.   Swirls of thick, dark sludge fell off my skin as I showered that morning. It began oozing out of me right as the sun lit the sky, suffocating my skin. Dasha was at my door seconds after I woke up. Her frantic knocking could have ...

Weak from the healing session, Cyrus carried me back to my room. He grumbled aloud that I was too light, and that he hoped a few good meals would see to that—every pair of eyes on us as he ascended the stairs. “Dasha, what happened?” A patron asked, breaking the thick silence. Cyrus stopped at ...

Issue 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 We drank until our little hearts wanted to throw up, we couldn’t stand in our flats, and the text on our phones was blurry. Not our best decision, but what happens in a magical club under the bean of Chicago stays in a magical ...