Grace walks through a door and finds a man staring at a long-haired cat. She’s at a party where she knows almost no one—hardly knows the host—but she knows this cat. She once spent five …
Heather Monley
The Moth-Child
She was a marvel: bones thin and brittle, organs misshapen, skin with a cast of gray. Most shocking, of course, were her wings. Not real wings, the local newspaper said, but wing-like protrusions—things that looked like wings but weren’t. Alongside …
