I saw her from the corner of my eye, stepping lightly across the rubble, disturbing almost nothing. She stopped and stared up at the sun, closing her eyes and stretching her arms along her sides....[See More]

Every 23rd spring, for 23 days, she gets to hunt. This morning she found twins, two flaxen-haired maidens near a well outside Leningrad. She took the heart of one and the eyes of the other . . . ....[See More]