kitanthro

  To Soren, who I hope has the most fantastic Christmas of them all!                                                                                                      Spirits in the night As soon as it had grown dark and the last bit of colour had faded from the sky, Sam had decided that his grandparents’ home felt like a prison rather than a house, much like how it felt that it was a miserable winter night rather than The Night Before… The boy stood by the window, watching the darkening sky with fascination nonetheless. It was like watching grandpa’s fire burn out in the living room, just on a much larger scale. The