The streets of Vienna felt permanent beneath seven-year-old Yulia's feet as she walked home from school. Her mind was a crowded map of upcoming events, starting...
I've been here forever, haven't I, Anonymous? A simple mahogany door, polished wood catching the warm light filtering through the kitchen window each morning. ...
Growing up was...interesting. My father Malfus, the black dragon, and my mother Osteria, the succubus, were both powerful beings. I spent a lot of time around w...