‘The Collector’
‘Only Art is immortal,’ she says, her arms umber-stippled ribbons, lithe in the firelight. ‘Humans are not.’ The Collector – in Grievous Angel webzine. 489 words Continue reading ‘The Collector’
‘Only Art is immortal,’ she says, her arms umber-stippled ribbons, lithe in the firelight. ‘Humans are not.’ The Collector – in Grievous Angel webzine. 489 words Continue reading ‘The Collector’
