The Age-Eater
For the penultimate tale in this collection, I’m offering one more from a fantasy realm. Really not much of a fantasy writer myself, I wrote this while editing several fantasy novels, so I was in the mood. This has appeared a few places, but I’ve kept it to myself for more than a decade. It’s here now—here as the book nears its conclusion—because it says something I think needs saying. Or something I want to say. Our bodies age, our faculties decline. Would that they can sustain each other just a little bit longer. Would that we could sustain each other.
Supposedly quite rare, I am, a Face-Changer, though whenever I used to ponder the conundrum of how to count those who can instantly change their appearance, an ability for obvious reasons generally best kept secret, I inevi
