He had taken to making wishes whenever he could.
At the last morning star, on the edges of tarnished coins, along the cracks of bones that split in fires.
It was never enough. No matter how often or how aggressively he wished, his words were never heard, his please went unanswered.
And then one day, he learned why; wishes could not be made on innocent things, innocuous things, like stars and coins and clovers.
Because wishes were granted only by the dead.
A vast creature – with the head of an anglerfish and dozens of fins along its sinewy – is “swimming” in the sky over Eerie-on-Sea. It has two huge flippers, a low-slung mouth filled with tusks, and gigantic ichthyosaur eyes. The creature is wreathed in storm clouds and lightning that seem to pour off its fins. It uses its giant flippers to smash the town to pieces, while lots of little medieval people run away.