Ouroboros Spine My atonement lasts the best part of eternity.

left.

"and your mother?"

kukutux had become an edge of chert, a shard of ivory lodged into the side of an ankle-bone. 

if nuak would not cast the tupilak from himself, then moonwoman must do so.

i once knew a man who wore your face.

spirit or not, she held the trader's story upon her tongue.

a woman. a valley.