Search Results

“Without a summer, my crops were not ripened when the first killing frost came. I lost everything.”

The patchwork puddle was miles deep. Lizzie stared into it. A face formed, smiling, nodding.

Though disheartened, Saint Justina said, “Come, let us see if the walled city over the hill will let She kept careful watch over her visitors to make sure their illness didn’t get worse.

compelling echoes of fairy tales to our collections, the images of these made-manifest symbols of stories fill

Occasionally, a knight would show up, intending to kill her. The middle sister was often willing to give aid to the sick and injured. The oldest sister wanted to capture the bird and kill him to drain his magical essence. She writes with dyslexia and a chronic illness (Meniere’s Disease), is hard of hearing, & is a breast

Milne Fall is a magical time of year when the wild beauty of nature takes one last colorful breath before ~ Mary Howitt OCTOBER October glows on every cheek, October shines in every eye, While up the hill and Twisting, turning through the air Till all the trees stand stark and bare.

The issues will be filled with art, poetry, short stories and “The Best of” from years past.

Salt-laced air filled his nostrils He looked around and frowned.

“But,” the witch continued, “I’ll be gone in the spring, after I’ve had my fill.

Without a word, she filled herself with a long, slow breath, lifting her toes and setting them gently

The weight of Graechel’s magic filled her lungs. Invaded her mind.

Albert and Death encounter her still body in the snow, while Death is filling in for the world's Santa