It’s funny. You grow up in Balkirk with stories of philtres, but unless your an Oli, that’s all they are. The potions that define the Oligarchy, granting power and prolonged life beyond the imaginations of us serfs. And mostly, the stories are right. Embellished a little, but right. What they don’t tell you about is […]
The Catalogue
(This is the first story I ever published: 3rd place winner of the 2009 Vancouver Currier Literary Contest, which was to write a story that included the line, “The ‘gift’ came in a small, brown box.”) Millard Bottomwell found the magazine a few steps from the trail, half-buried under a flat stone and spattered with […]