Floyd

And with the ever warmer summers, we lived even deeper in the woods, hiding in undergrowth in the shades of baked lavender bushes, their needles shedding dark oily drops of bitter ferment-like resins. The first leaves were already...

All they found of the town of Bonded were moss-covered timbers of a hut, the remains of some of which had sunk into the floating peat, everything else seemed to have disappeared. But everywhere there were root lumps growing out of the humid ground,...