You coaxed that tenacity out of me and broke it down in your hands, leaving me on your work table like a desiccated doll until you were ready to repair me. But I was your war bride, your faithful Constanta, and you loved me for my will to survive. Magdalena for her brilliance, Alexi for his loveliness.
I know you loved us all, in your own way. Eventually, even your death becomes its own sort of inevitability. There is no horror left in this world that can surprise me. I never dreamed it would end like this, my lord: your blood splashing hot flecks onto my nightgown and pouring in rivulets onto our bedchamber floor. "Revival" in The Fiends in the Furrows: An Anthology of Folk Horror edited by David T. "Brideprice" in Unspeakable: A Queer Gothic Anthology No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without the prior permission in writing of the publisher, nor be otherwise circulated in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition including this condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.
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