I have a new short story up at The Hanging Garden:
Three sisters fell in love with a star. (This is not quite true. But wait and listen to my story.)
They lived very near the edge of the world, where the rivers run faster and faster until they fall roaring off the rim, into the infinite void. Where birds with feathers of smoke and fire build nests, and hiss at passers-by as they brood over their eggs in smoldering trees.
Where stars, sometimes, come down to visit the earth.