19
Dec

Frigid

by spitkitten illustrated by Tamago “I was attempting,” Annabel said, “in my usual clumsy fashion, to congratulate you.” Sophy stared. The blue flames from the dish of brandy on the table were beginning to wane now; in their dying light, Bel’s eyes looked all pupil — the soft, involving black of unburnt coal, of heaped-up […]

24
Oct

Second Coming

by spitkitten “Crikey,” Chrissy Peveril said, barefoot and slightly breathless from hauling the boat up onto the sand. “Not exactly the Riviera, what? No wonder nobody lives here.” Leo had never been anywhere near the Riviera, but he couldn’t imagine it looked much like this. Liverston Island: a lumped mass of grey sand and bare […]

22
Aug

sturm und drang

by spitkitten “Ah. Here is a young man transfixed. Do you like Hunt, sir?” “Do I like him?” Phil tore his eyes from the painting before him and marvelled at the stranger at his elbow. Like him? One might as well ask do you like Michaelangelo? Do you like Homer? Do you like the Alps? […]