Bloodsong by Karen Marie Christa Minns

“She trembled. The bird was still. In a state of shock, its body had gone limp. Its eyes were dull, glazed, its beak slightly open, its breath infinitesimal. Instead of horror at her deed, she felt excited by the sight of the bird’s comatose body. She reached for the cowering female, scooping it from the […]

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