Author: Ellen Datlow

Cites

• Susan Mitchell (1)
  • IN: Black Heart, Ivory Bones (2007) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: “Why is your forehead so cool and damp?” she asks. Her breasts are soft and dry as flour. The hand that brushes my head is feverish. At her touch I long for the slap of water against rocks … … “What are you thinking of?” she whispers. I am staring into the garden. I am watching the moon wind its trail of golden slime around the oak, over the stone basin of the fountain. How can I tell her I am thinking that transformations are not forever?
    FROM: From the Journal of the Frog Prince, (1978), Short story, US