A laugh like grinding bones. “Goddesses? We are the Graiae. Born old. Daughters of the sea. We share one eye and one tooth because we trust no one enough to have our own.”
Then the middle sister plucked the eye from her socket and placed it in Alice’s hand. The eldest dropped the tooth into Alice’s other palm. It felt warm, like a sleeping coal. Searching for- Graias Alice in Action in-All Ca...
At the lake’s bottom was a door no larger than a rabbit hole. Alice knelt. A laugh like grinding bones
“Left, now,” croaked the first.
The eye was pressed into the middle sister’s socket. She blinked once, scanned the shore, and froze. “A child,” she whispered. “Fresh from the Above.” scanned the shore