Fiction The Pull of the Herd — Anathema Spec from the Margins via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2IJtiPo My doeskin calls to me from under the woollen blankets in the cedar chest at the foot of our bed. Diya murmurs beside me, eases back to sleep. I cling to her; try to calm the panic welling in my chest by inhaling her cardamom scent. via Pocket

She’s sitting on his bad side so the words come through faint and muffled, like there’s a scarf over her mouth. Robert frowns at the little device on the table. via Pocket