The Vermin of Arklington: Chapter Twelve By A.A. Ripley
Jay breathed in the freezing air, feeling the needles of the cold prickling her nose. ‘No time like now’ said Lethe, wrangling the sewer grate aside. Tentatively, Jay looked into…
The Vermin of Arklington: Chapter Eleven By A.A. Ripley
The pale and snowy morning found Jay over eggs, little ‘frog onions’ and bread with a sizable mug of dandelion root tea. She was sitting on the rickety chair in…
The Vermin of Arklington: Chapter Ten By A.A. Ripley
Since staying fed was no longer a pressing concern to her, Jay could put more effort into staying warm. That meant a scavenger operation for lumber and coal and everything…