by K. K. Norton | Jun 15, 2026 | Short Story
There was a man—we will call him the scribe, though he did not always bear this title, and has borne many more since—conceived under a full moon, born in the city of Hermopolis, and raised with a pen in his hand. It may be that the gods always destined him to fulfill...
by K. K. Norton | Dec 30, 2025 | Short Story
She had been weeping for some time now, head in hands. Her eyes had been covered for so long now that she wasn’t quite sure where she was, but she still listened, and when she listened she heard the sun rise. The flowers opening at the same time she felt the heat of...
by K. K. Norton | Dec 20, 2025 | Short Story
You would be forgiven for believing your shadow to be a good-for-nothing idler; in fact, most of them are and I won’t go about making excuses for them. Yet, if you would dear reader, ponder a moment on how often it really is that you see your own shadow. By my...
