“Clean” by Swati Avasthi
It would not be enough. For Andoria, every curl of her mother’s lips had to be paid for. Andoria had woken up early, heated the iron in the fire until it glowed, and pressed each pleat of her dress....
View Article2011 Wrap-up!
We made it through another year here at Merry Fates! We’ve all got one more book out (or in some overachiever’s case, two more)! We’ve done our very first official Merry Fates Live Event where all...
View ArticleOne Wing
Rory Cahill has a wing instead of an arm. From the edges of his neck, spreading down his shoulder, over his biceps and triceps, around his elbow and lengthening along his wrist, are intricately inked...
View ArticleTK
This week the Merry Fates are gathering together in order to work on our not-quite-anthology with Carolrhoda Lab! We’re super excited and promise to get at least SOME work done. Involving these things:...
View ArticleWhen the Fates Get Together…
…there is chaos, laughter, guacamole, and occasionally some work gets done:
View ArticleTrue, Truest
I told the king the truth before I’d grown old enough to understand lying. Since, he’s come to rely on me. I sit at his knee on a three-legged stool, my ankles together, hair oiled and braided into as...
View ArticleBear
It was bones cracking. The nightmare. But waking up gave him no outlet to scream, for his throat could only whimper and roar. His tongue pressed against sharp teeth, yellowed and stained as though he’d...
View ArticleTHE CURIOSITIES COVER REVEAL!
We, the Merry Fates, are super excited to share the cover of our upcoming not-quite-an-anthology, THE CURIOSTIES: a collection of stories. We are so happy with the cover, and with the final product! A...
View ArticleTHE CURIOSITIES ARC CONTEST WINNERS!
Thank you all for your enthusiasm! We got a ton of entires, and it was a thrill to see our awesome cover up all over the internet! But I won’t make you hold your collective breath any longer. Our...
View ArticleAnthropophagy
The man-eater crouches in the corner of his room and stares at me. All he can see are my eyes as I peer through the thin slat cut high into the iron door. His hair hangs short and ragged about his...
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