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- Spells of Cast Iron by Sara Cleto & Brittany Warman
The simplest one is easy to make, soothing to mix, cleansing to bake, a bit of milk, vanilla flower,
- Throwback Thursday: Herbaceous Citadel by Avra Margariti
Mushrooms that can kill, as easily as cure.
- Throwback Thursday: The Weirwood Woman by Matt Decker
Hannah stepped through the glass and laughed merrily as she ran down a misty path filled with welcoming An astonished Elizabeth looked up to see the mirror, now filled with sparks and billowing smoke, shaking
- The Fairy Tellers: A Journey into the Secret History of Fairy Tales by Nicholas Jubber
She lives, happily ever after, with her husband and three sons in a house filled with fairy tale books
- Review by Kelly Jarvis: A Rose By Any Other Name by Mary McMyne
In the prologue to Rose’s narrative, she describes herself as the “daughter of an ill-starred astrologer Will Shakespeare, claiming that after their ordeal, she took little interest in his work though he filled
- Review by Kelly Jarvis: When We Flew Away by Alice Hoffman
When We Flew Away will move readers to tears, but it will also fill them with an appreciation for life
- Throwback Thursday: The Last Star by Juliana Amir
They sailed towards the gray stone castle towering on the hill. Once she seemed so happy that it filled the duckling’s own heart to see her cheerful.
- Throwback Thursday: Snowballs for Angels, by Priya Sridhar
Albert and Death encounter her still body in the snow, while Death is filling in for the world's Santa
- Throwback Thursday: The Stone Sister, by Betty Stanton
beyond the black forest there was a land of dead spirits, and that those who traveled there would be filled
- Stained by Raina Alidjani
Once you were in, it went on and on and was filled with the most beautiful treasures.” “And then?” When I reached our home, I landed at Mother’s feet, gasping for air as the tar filled my lungs.
- Herbaceous Citadel by Avra Margariti
Mushrooms that can kill, as easily as cure.
- Throwback Thursday: The Ice Child by Tara Williams
she fell to her hands and knees, pushing and groaning, the snowy owls echoing her grunts and cries till he thundered, accusing the ice child of stealing his son’s rightful milk. , sleek and slender, a figure of glass-like grace, and the crystalline crack diminished as she grew till Her nostrils filled with a thick perfume of blooming flowers and ripening fruit.
