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Abuelita has been feeding me her memories. Yesterday, it was the time she trudged up the mountain carrying a basketful of offerings for Pachamama (flowers, incense, a llama sculpted out of animal fat and adorned with gold leaf) in hopes the Earth Mother would alleviate the drought ruining the harvest. Today, it’s the time she visited Tío Roberto...
By Chezza Lee in Issue #463 of Beneath Ceaseless Skies Online Magazine Was it sinister, what Ying had done to Hei Lang? I grew up knowing I should avoid fox spirits and that they would eat my heart with no remorse. I should be more afraid after my meeting with Ying, but I attributed my curiosity to her captivating nature and the magic that confu...
It was, Anna had to agree, a most excellent house. As the estate agent led them from room to room, Nigel admired the tall-shelved library, the long, ever-flowing swimming pool […]
Jempo took a deep bow on the iron platform. His body flopped forward, limbs like thick braided wire. No obvious weapons in his large and rubbery hands. Little digital eyes and a bright smile that lit the rounded ball he had for a head. More clown than competitor at first glance.