It’s Tuesday, which seems to occur once every seven days, almost like a schedule… It’s time for another entry in this shapeshifting bonanza, following the OG skinchanger, Sadie!

I promise not to type like that again. … For a week or so.

<- Part Ten – Visceral

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The Shape of Family

Part Eleven – Clash

by Rick Cook Jr

The crash to the floor jangled Sadie’s entire body, rattling her frame and sending her into flittering moments of unconsciousness. She should have taken Ursatrundle’s form, fought it out, but subtlety was the game and so she had hidden among the folds of Jeffrey’s trousers as the lowly woodmouse Finkscuttle.

And all she could do was wait. Jeffrey didn’t know she was hitching this ride, and Renee still had  no idea she was anything but a horse they left topside. Jeffrey stopped moving under the weight of the savage beast, but his chest rose and fell.

After the girl screamed, she fled up the dark, dank corridor. The creature shifted from man to shadow, swept her up, threw her in the corner while he dragged Jeffrey to the soldiers as Father Enole once more, trussed him up like a pig, and then smiled at them all. He didn’t seem able to sense Sadie’s presence, and she was glad of that. She watched him from the fold of Jeffrey’s pantleg. Continue reading →