The Curse of the Lioness

It was a day full of peculiarities. Rose’s rusted teakettle was crying bucketfuls of tears with great heaves in the corner of the kitchen. Above her head, leather-bound books flapped from shelf to shelf with more volition than usual, causing Rose to duck and cover while scrubbing the floor and doing the dishes. Outside ofContinue reading “The Curse of the Lioness”