by Colleen Anderson
Laden wooden carts carved with arabesques flowed toward ships filigreed in gold and silver that awaited in the harbor. Mist swirled in the distance obscuring the Tuatha de Danaan’s retreat.
“It is of no use, Tavaril,” replied Callandal, his dark locks shading the sadness in his eyes. “The humans will never learn and have destroyed the land again."
by Vanessa K. Eccles
The whole world is shifting—the incessant flow of information on the global pandemic, the politics, the fear, and everything else vying for our attention—it is all too much. Lately, I’ve found myself avoiding the news, defiantly refusing to submit to the negativity in which we are surrounded. Instead, I’ve focused on cocooning myself inside, locking away to spend time with books, my ever-true friends.
by Ashley Weaver
The Victorians were a curious bunch when it came to understanding death and the process of grief. Due to illnesses, pollution, and harsh working conditions that existed in industrial and rural Europe and America, it was any wonder that death was constantly on everyone’s mind.
by Cassandra Solon Parry
Oh, she is a devil!
What does she grow in her garden? Bleeding Heart with its perfect, pretty heart-shaped droplets clinging to the stem in pink and red; Nightshade with its black berries in which it stores its poison; Firethorn that blazes with its golden berries and pierces with its needles. Everyone knows not to go in the garden.
But Little Boy Blue doesn’t know.
by Steve Carr
The air is thick with the scent of pine. Rays of purple, blood red, and golden yellow are fanned out across the twilight sky. Kyle walks among the trees holding a bouquet of wilting lilies. Lost, he searches for signs of the path he wandered away from. As the sun sets, owls hoot from their perches and hawks screech as they circle about in the oncoming night sky.
by Holley Cornetto
St. Patrick's Day, or the Feast of St. Patrick, is a religious and cultural phenomenon. Several countries have adopted this holiday, and it is widely celebrated even among those without Irish ancestry. We all wear green and say things like, "Kiss me, I'm Irish!" We set leprechaun traps, drink green beer, and search for shamrocks. But did you ever stop to wonder why?
Review by Vanessa K. Eccles
Deep Water is a hauntingly beautiful collection of tales woven together with the magical gold of excellent storytelling. I’ve long said that author Kathryn Trattner’s stories are like a pair of fine, antique lace gloves. They’re foreign, yet familiar. Elegant, yet well-worn. Reminiscent of the days of yore, but grounded here and now.
Review by Vanessa K. Eccles
The Sin Eater follows the story of May, a fourteen-year-old girl who receives the ultimate punishment for stealing bread. She’s cursed as a sin eater.
Written by Vanessa K. Eccles
Research assistance by Whitney Zahar
Hygge is pronounced “hoo-ga.”