The Call of the Grim: The Bone Witch

By Tami Veldura

Nariah is in high school, plays tennis, is learning how to navigate friendships, and hunts zombies. In every graveyard, a large black dog, a Grim, is buried to protect the dead. But when the dead rise, the Grim rises with them to protect the living. And when the Grim rises, Nariah goes to work. If her mom says it's ok, that is.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Story Prism Studios
• Release date: Nov 5, 2020
• ISBN: 9781941319499

Tami Veldura

Tami Veldura is an enby/aro/ace author of queer fiction. They have published short stories in anthologies Fresh Starts, Hauntings, Love Among The Thorns, Love Is Like A Box Of Chocolates, the magazine Galaxy’s Edge, and they are a contributing member of the scifi magazine Boundary Shock Quarterly. They publish new work every month, crossing every genre, but always featuring queer characters and found families.As S.T. Lynn, they write uplifting, sweet, and tropey fantasy fiction, featuring women front and center. Including fairy tales, elves, magic, and happy endings for young adults and young-at-heart.

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The Call Of The Grim

By Tami Veldura

Nariah absently rolled a loc of her hair and squinted at her textbook. "So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, so long lives this, and this gives life to thee… what? It wasn't even old English, it was like, Greek trying to pass as English. Badly. She propped her head up and blinked at the sonnet again. Shall I compare thee..."

Nariah muttered the lines to herself as she reviewed them again. The desk in her room bathed in the yellow glow of a single spotlight lamp. Her bunk bed, the white-painted flaking dresser under it, and the rest of the room sprawled with yesterday's clothes and tomorrow's stunning art projects fell into eight pm shadows. She hated working on homework this late, but after school she had choir, and then tennis, and by the time she got home the sun had already set. She never had any time to herself.

So in the yellow lamp, surrounded by the dark, Nariah grumbled at her English textbook. She checked her phone, but Odessa hadn't texted her back yet and Nariah didn't want to get into another fight with Kaiden over something stupid—he'd lost his mind since he started dating that boy, Larence or Lance or whatever.

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