Hic Sunt Leones, by L.M. Davenport

It’s true that the house walks. It’s also true that you can only find it if you don’t know about it. Once, a boy in my high-school art class drew a picture of it, but didn’t know what he’d drawn; the thing in the center of his sketchpad had ungainly, menacing chicken legs caught mid-stride … Continue reading Hic Sunt Leones, by L.M. Davenport