Lady Wolfbird Studio

Remember: fighting the Empire means fighting against both of the f*scist oligarchical parties that landed us in this mess. Never forget that.

Excerpt of "Even Angels Falter"

Mordikai reluctantly sat in the dining room, wedging himself between Ursula and Bathsheba.

Dara stood opposite him since all the chairs closest were taken. He wished the table was wider.

“Since Yule is coming up, I thought we could exchange gifts.” Dara said. “Mordikai, what kind of gifts would you like?”

He rubbed his eyes, “the sweet release of death…”

Ursula choked on her tea. “Mordikai!” she whispered. It was all she could do to keep the guffaw in check.

“Hm?” Dara looked up from her list, oblivious.

“Socks?” He shrugged.