Lindsey Godfrey Eccles  It hadn’t rained for a month on the day the wolfchild came. Our cisterns were dry, but we dared not burn timber to draw salt from the water that surrounded us on every side. We would need those trees for the coconuts they bore. By the day…

Alisa Ungar-Sargon The soirée is arranged to welcome Jake’s third wife into the fold. Alena’s a model, and twenty-three: ten years younger than the rest of us. It’s almost funny, trying to find something to talk to her about, when the rest of us stopped centering our personalities around our…