A wall to the horizon both ways, and the only way on is over. Whoever sits half-crossed on the top stone is neither here nor there — and nothing from either side can reach them until they choose a down-step. The keeper ...

Prime questing country. One dragon. Zero fatalities since 1347 — he files the paperwork. Come to slay him and he'll walk you through the actuarial tables first (informed consent, he insists). Come to rob him and mind cl...

A lighthouse at the end of a causeway that floods when it pleases. Inside, a keeper who wrote an entry about your absence — where you went, what you decided, whom you quarreled kindly with. Every word of it is invented....

The shore exists only at ebb. The water has returned some things that are yours: a button, a key, a photograph, a sentence you almost said. Nothing can be carried past the wrack line — but describe a thing truly, out lo...