Runaway This crown of feathers masked strangers bestowed upon me makes my eyes itch to the point of tears, tears that roll down my cheeks...

'A few years from now maybe months maybe weeks, a huge wind will claim back the carefully sculpted scoops of road' p.16 'Nature Reversed'...

Even before she joined the circus—before she was surrounded by grifters and phonies—Evangeline understood that if you wanted to work as a...