Serial Micro Fiction – The Dance 17 January 2, 2020 by Elizabeth Drake Onyx couldn’t control the magic. Couldn’t stop it. She curled around herself, pressing her hands to her temples as she fought to cut off the flow. But she could do nothing. Her knees buckled. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)MoreClick to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related