The garden was devastated. Two tall, young faeries had been bickering, and it had turned physical: not pushes and punches, but flames and funnel clouds. Only the castle wall had withstood the elemental forces. “This is YOUR fault,” the blue-eyed… Continue Reading
I’m seeing things again. Head in my hands my fingers weave through tangled hair pushing it back from my face like the headbands I wore as a little girl, when I only pretended I saw things. I’m not pretending now.… Continue Reading
Helven may have been over six hundred years old, but she heard the lads breaking in loud and clear. She straightened up in the tattered armchair as the door creaked open. Fey never really slept. Not truly. They always had… Continue Reading
I had just decided the day couldn’t go on without another pot of Blackheart Vienna Roast when our dog Bogart walked in and announced, “Found the problem, finally, the baastads.” On any other occasion having one of my corgis address… Continue Reading
She hated him. Granny’s favourite. He’d pushed her and hurt her, and she’d said something nasty to him and repeated it several times. Her grandmother had put her hand over her mouth, spoken about soap and water and vile language… Continue Reading