The seashells near the ocean where I grew up are storytellers. Every morning, feet burning in the ... [+]
The seashells near the ocean where I grew up are storytellers. Every morning, feet burning in the ... [+]
Bibop was a little dragon with orange scales. He had been living on Grey Mountain with his mother since he'd been born. That was already nearly a hundred years ago. A hundred years old, that's when ... [+]
Dapper in a topcoat and tails, feet moving fast and graceful as birds skimming still waters, he whirled and swooped, catching my mother, still young and slim, by the waist, bending her backward. She ... [+]