There are always three: the father, the unfather, and the child. That’s why Vriskiaab threw my unfather off his back after she bore my baby sister, or so Vriskiaab tells me when he stops in the shade of a dune, his massive scales warm under my calves and the tail of him stretching behind me for leagues. My baby sister is soft and crimson-tacky in the crook of my arm. | Copyright 2022 by Sara S. Messenger. Narrated by Janina Edwards.
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Sara S. Messenger | Potemora in the Triad | FANTASY MAGAZINE - Fantasy Story Podcast (Audiobook | Short Stories) - Listen or read transcript on Metacast
