“There are dragons in the lights,” she told him on the first day of class. He thought she was joking. Lights flickered all the time; it didn’t mean anything. Ten years later, the joke was on him, when the college hired him to replace the shoddy electric work in the older buildings. To his dying day, he refused to say that the thing which ate his partner was a dragon. But he had no problem selling the large, iridescent eggs he found inside the broken generator on eBay.
Behold Your QueenMorgan Maria D'Isidoro has lived in Baltimore, MD for most of her life, saving a handful of failed escape attempts. Given the murder rates, she'll probably die here too. Morgan is a writer of speculative fiction and poetry, a musician of dubious quality, cat aficionado, art history fangirl, kitchen sorceress, pyromaniac, accomplished liar, and an all around person of questionable employability.
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