• The Witches of Ascalon by Sonia Sulaiman


    I moved my hips in circles, small and large, vertical, horizontal, and diagonal. I held my arms out at my sides. I twisted my wrists. “Oh—“I sang. “Daughter of the vine…” The yellow earth shivered and opened as I twisted and swayed. My robe of silk and velvet, my short waist coat with the embroidery