The Sound of Snow
A faerie tale
Melancholy skidded down the stairs and was making a beeline to the kitchen. “Hold it right there young man.” “Huh? What did I do??” “Go outside and wail.” “But Ma, I just want breakfast!” “Not a single bite, you’re starting to moult, the Death Energy is backlogged inside you. You’ve been holding your Keens in again haven’t you? Hanging around that Hound friend of yours chasing each other all over the Mound til the wee hou...
