The Spike (Begin at the beginning of the story here) A titch later we’re drying off by a burn barrel, pretty high up on the cliff face, and the Seertlekimmie is telling me about the harvests. The rays and octopus are coming in more and more, but landin’ a whale’s

Part Five Jump the Shark (Begin at the beginning here) The next day I go to see the Seertlekimmie. He’s up and about, putzing around the dock and even though he ain’t lookin’ so hot he seems in good spirits. We stroll around the docks, a sprawling maze of rickety

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Part Four Fancy Pants So I go up to Deska’s house. As a council member she gets to live in one of the old houses. It’s not made from scraps of cloth, driftwood, and piled stone, not like most of the city. It’s real timber with real windows, not just

Chapter Three “Devil’s Teeth” By the time the peaks of Devil’s Teeth start to loom on the horizon, the sky is a thin strip of pink and red being squashed by a dark block of purple. Getting closer to the cliffside settlement, the orange plastic fences point me towards the

When I was younger the list of things that I wanted to be when I grew up was pretty short: Ewok, Batman, someone who climbs trees really high. But when I was introduced to Joan Jett, Stevie Nicks and Crissy Hynde by a cool aunt when I was early in