She came to us as any apocalypse does: slowly at first, and then all at once.

Monsters and flowers aren’t much different. Sometimes they are hard to tell apart—but a good florist knows what to look for.

An anthology of short stories by Black authors redefining the horror genre.

A dark fiction anthology by indigenous writers.

Have been unavoidably detained by the world. Expect us when you see us.

When reenacting Iron Age living gets a bit too realistic…

Hearts may break, but hearts are the toughest of muscles, able to pump for a lifetime, seventy times a minute, and scarcely falter along the way. Even dreams, the most delicate and intangible of things, can prove remarkably difficult to kill.