Burn Bright

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This originally appeared at The Irresponsible Reader.
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Anna was her father's daughter, and her father believed in science and rational thinking. She'd been a werewolf for years now, and she still tended to think about it from a scientific viewpoint, as though lycanthropy were a virus.

Faced with a wall of briar-thorned vines straight out of a Grimms' fairy tale, she'd never had it brought home so clearly that what she was and what she did was magic. Not Arthur C. Clarke magic, where sufficient understanding could turn it into a new science that could be labeled and understood. But a “there's another form of power in the universe” magic. Something alien, almost sentient, that ran by its own rules-or none. Real magic, something that could be studied, maybe, but would never rest in neatly explainable categories.

Burn Bright

Silence Fallen

Burn Bright