I Will Sing Your White Bones Home
ShortStory 3,421 words Recommended by 2 award/anthology sources
"We cannot go landwise. Too vulnerable for a start, and the finless watch their beaches like crabs, scuttling this way and that, their eyes pinched and ugly. They have set a line of posts on the edge of the world, deep in the sands. Each spike bears the head of one of our risen. We do not care."
Content warnings 2
deathdeath-of-a-loved-one
Quasar links out; the story lives on BCS, where the author gets the click.