Yijun paused at the door of the tiny shop, skin prickling. The smell was old mold despite the icy cold enveloping xem.
Creepy as hell dolls all around xem. Xe wanted to run right back outside but the jocks that’d chased xem were still out there. No way was xe facing them down.
So. Yeah. Creepy dolls. Creepy shop owner. And everything shifting around xem in ways that made Yijun want to run.
The trap had already been sprung, though, so there was no way out except straight through.
Right to the soul of the magic.
Or was it Yijun’s soul?
Nonbinary lovers of fantasy and horror will devour The Sharp Secret and remember it for years.
