By Sarah A. Hoyt
A set of brief tales by means of Prometheus Award Winner Sarah A. Hoyt. the 1st version of this assortment was once released by means of darkish areas Press in paper, basically. This up-to-date version comprises bonus brief tales: excessive Stakes and candy Alice.
It additionally comprises the tales: Elvis Died to your Sins; Like desires Of Waking; Ariadne’s Skein;Thirst;Dear John;Trafalgar Square;The eco-friendly Bay Tree; one other George; Songs;Thy useless Worlds;Crawling among Heaven and Earth
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