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ALT PodCastle Episode 838: Potemora in the Triad by Sara S. Messenger, read by Cherrae L. Stuart. There are always three: the father, the unfather, and the child. That’s why Vriskiaab threw my unfather off his back after she bore my baby sister, or so Vriskiaab tells me when he stops in the shade of a dune, his massive scales warm under my calves and the tail of him stretching behind me for leagues. My baby sister is soft and crimson-tacky in the crook of my arm. I cup her warm, wobbly head. Her birth shook the earth, and the sand shakes under us still. We have no milk, I say. Hush, child, says Vriskiaab, his voice a thrumming coil under my heels. That infant is not ours. Your unfather left me a riddle, and now I must solve it.




















