Cauldron Anthology Sphinx - 2 - Page 23

Her hair is tangled lace, eyelashes like spidery ink brushed on sickly pallor. Her wings are matted and dark and sharp, a spiked halo stark against the watercolor of dawn. Her talons latticed and rutted and hooked clutch her prey like a coffin’s embrace. That’s a harpy’s duty, after all. Her lips purse and her ears muffle their whimpered pleas, mean-spirited and selfish and eternally preoccupied. She is the perpetual villain of Greek tragedy, cheekbones carved of marble and eyes liquid and nails like serrated teeth. Her gorgon’s gaze is a razor –