Here, far from our homes, we will be forgotten by our gods.
Like some kind of particularly tenacious vampire the short story refuses to die, and seems at this point in time to be a wonderful length for our generation.
Real life doesn't have to be convincing, but fiction does.
It is going to take more than just a couple of good-hearted souls to raise this child. It will take a graveyard.
I found English to be a sort of Thomas Hardy aversion therapy.
Spiders' webs only have to be large enough to catch flies.