Sparrow and the Parasol
ShortStory 4,623 words Recommended by 2 award/anthology sources
"Deep in the abyss of the Unholy Bazaar, in a shop that reeked of death and god-blood, Sparrow lay screaming in a web of rope and unbreakable silk. Around her, the Aunties bustled: sawing and rinsing and hammering; cursing, grunting, and muttering; welding metal to flesh and magic to skin."
Content warnings 3
body-horrorgoreviolence
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