by Rita Feinstein Lea Kobal Once upon a time there was a girl who was good at riddles. She solved her way across the world until she came to the mountain pass and beheld the terrible sphinx lording over his aerie of bones. His voice echoed like a fever dream, deafening, yet only in her head: if a girl is in love with her own mind, which one of them is crazy? The answer leapt into her mouth, but she bit it back, rolling it under her tongue like a morsel of raw lamb. Looking b