Did you see Monday's blog post featuring this month's Classic Author story and ad? This month's selection is a short story, so I don't want to share too much of it with you because that might spoil too much before you read it. Andy has a real knack with writing one shots that draw you in and make you want to know (and force him to write) more, and The Leanai Scath is no exception. 

So much of this story seems like it's just a normal tale, but then there are nuances that let you know that something is very, very different about the characters... and you wished you knew more. This section gives you a taste of that along with insight into the characters. 

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Karta and I walked to the colony, and I was greeted warmly by the nineteen Leanaí Scáth who call this little shanty town home.

Dagen came over to me and hugged me. “Michael, I was beginning to worry that you had been caught, you are usually here before now.”

“I know. I had to dodge a few police patrols on my way out of the city.”

“Are you up for a moonlight swim Michael?”

“Sure, it’s not too chilly tonight.”

Karta handed me a swim suit, and I dove into the bushes to change. It was a little bit skimpy for my liking, but I’d never been made to feel uncomfortable by any of the Children of the Shadows.

We spent about an hour swimming around in the pond that sat in the middle of their colony. I can remember the first time I came out here nearly five years ago, when I was nine years old; none of them could swim, and they only used the pond to wash themselves and their clothes. The youngest children had struggled the most with learning to swim; no, not the youngest children, the smallest children. At the time, I had come here purely out of curiosity, but now I come out here every chance I get because it is right.

I always had to keep on reminding myself just how old these children were; after all, physically Dagen appeared no different than your average fourteen or fifteen year old. No different, except for the fact that he was gorgeous, and if it wasn’t oh so illegal, I’d sell my own mother to be his boyfriend. Physically, the rest of them ranged from probably six up to about thirteen; Dagen and his sister, Karta, seemed to be the oldest. Though as I said, I had no idea of their chronological age, they were all certainly at least two hundred and nineteen years old; yeah, I’ve always been attracted to older boys.

 

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