Water-Child Jizo: A dark historical fantasy short story

By K. Bird Lincoln

A dark historical fantasy short story. A Japanese picture bride in San Francisco finally finds peace at an internment camp on Angel Island.

• Language: English
• Publisher: K. Bird Lincoln
• Release date: Oct 25, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386253228

K. Bird Lincoln

K. Bird Lincoln is an ESL professional and writer living on the windswept Minnesota Prairie with family and a huge addiction to frou-frou coffee. Also dark chocolate-- without which, the world is a howling void. Originally from Cleveland, she has spent more years living on the edges of the Pacific Ocean than in the Midwest. Her speculative short stories are published in various online & paper publications such as Strange Horizons. Her medieval Japanese fantasy series, Tiger Lily, is available from Amazon. World Weaver Press released Dream Eater, the first novel in an exciting, multi-cultural Urban Fantasy trilogy set in Portland and Japan, in 2017. She also writes tasty speculative fiction reviews on Amazon and Goodreads. Check her out on Facebook, join her newsletter for chocolate and free stories, or stalk her online at kblincoln.com Tiger Lily: "A beautifully-written genderbending tale of rebellious girls, shifting disguises, and forbidden magic, set against the vivid backdrop of ancient Japan."  --Tina Connolly, author of Ironskin  "DREAM EATER brings much-needed freshness to the urban fantasy genrewith its inspired use of Japanese culture and mythology and its fully-realizedsetting of Portland, Oregon. I'm eager to follow Koi on more adventures!" --Beth Cato, author of The Clockwork Dagger and Breath of Earth

Book preview

My things! Ume tried to escape the arm of a tall guard with yellow hair. The guard pushed her forward again toward the rocky shore and palm trees of Angel Island.

What about my things? she said again. This time the guard gripped her so tightly that Ume was sure his fingers would leave bruises. Tripping over the unsown hem of her brown, travel yukata, Ume stumbled onto the beach with the other women.

Ume could feel fear welling behind her eyes. She pinched herself on the arm. There was no way for these Americans to know her dirty secrets. She was being silly.

Several of the other women were sniffling quite loudly. It was embarrassing, really. Ume tried to ignore them. She looked at the red sun sinking behind a large, yellow building surrounded by wire.

What’s going to happen to us? said one woman.

Is this a prison?

The women’s voices made Ume queasy. She wished they would just be quiet. At the entrance to the yellow building stood a Chinese man with a clipboard. As each woman