Ah, love. A many splendored thing. Here is a rather unusual love story, sweet and strange as could only happen in the post-magical reality of the Indigo Springs "event." The sequel to Indigo Springs was published in April. Here's a tasty tale to tickle a reader's fancy. Author A. M. Dellamonica is writing lots more terrific new fantasy, having just agreed to write three novels set in the world of "Among the Silvering Herd."
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My swamp man wasn't what you'd call a sexy beast, though I found his skin strangely beautiful. It was birch bark: tender, onion-thin, chalk white in color, with hints of almond and apricot. He was easily bruised, attracted lichens, and when he got too dry, he peeled.
Instead of hair, he grew whisper-thin stems. Every morning we made a ritual of shaving his scalp, breaking those new-grown shoots. Once when time got away from us and they were left to grow a couple days, he broke out in catkins, a crown of fuzzy, pollen-laden locks of gold.
He was always cold