My mother had daughters year after year, and one by one, my father devoured us.

The Augur and the Girl Left at His Door by Greta Hayer The augur looked at the bridegroom’s back and sighed. He bent close to the bridegroom’s skin, examined every bump and line in his flesh. Most apparent were the red lines, claw marks from fingernails. A less experienced fortune teller would have seen those […]