1- Thirtys... | Fantasy Opposite -christmas Opposite

Tormod laughed, a dry, painful sound. “There are no cribs, Father. Only cradles filled with mud.”

Because the true opposite of a Fantasy Christmas is not a monster. It is the when the snow falls deep, and the armies have not gone home. Fantasy Opposite -Christmas Opposite 1- ThirtyS...

In the valley below, a farmhouse burned. Not with the warm glow of a Yule candle, but with the greasy, black flame of rendered fat. The soldiers were not singing carols. They were chanting a tally: “One child for ransom. Two cows for salt. Three roofs for the colonel’s new boots.” Tormod laughed, a dry, painful sound