Lilian Bodley
Bio
I started writing when I was five years old. I've improved a little since then.
Stories (4/0)
Just a Bite
Eve: A second wife, a second chance. You were never given any such reprieve. You did not know of the lies of the snake and the uncaring nature of the maker. You did not realize it cruel to be tested of good and evil when you knew not of the dichotomy- until you tasted the flesh and your eyes opened. In that moment, what did pure and unfiltered knowledge taste like?
By Lilian Bodley2 years ago in Poets
Owen's Diary
The city of Anthemore is renowned for two things: the quality of its pastries, and its necromancers. Necromancers was an old fashioned word. They preferred the term ‘thaumaturgists’, or if they were needing to sound more scientific than wondrous- ‘thanatologists’. But regardless of what they were called, they were good at what they did. ‘No matter the matter of death- your loved ones brought back to you. Always an affordable price.’
By Lilian Bodley2 years ago in Fiction