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Kindheart, the father, did not want to abandon their sow and her new litter of piglets.   Trembling whimpered but she whispered to herself, “I must be brave.”   In the shadows things scurried and squeaked. I thought I killed all my rebellious subjects who lived here.”   But tell me why I should spare you?

As the death toll climbed, the remaining villagers gathered in the church. When they were all gathered, I counted them up. "Something like that," I answered. The little girl held up her plate, her face smeared with food. I wiped her cheeks and chin clean and gave her a second portion. "We can't wait here," I said. "I just...

I have defined myself, as so many women do, by my relationships with others rather than by the titles I have earned through my work. I have written prose and poetry since I was a child. I created my website to help promote The Fairy Tale Magazine, a publication that I love. I want my website to be a place where friends can gather to learn more about fairy tales, books, writing

Winter Requiem fairy folk gather beside a fresh grave snowflakes and tears glisten on their faces winged blossoms assuage the Elm Queen’s grief Sultry Beltane fairies build a bonfire the Elm Queen’s mage tosses herbs encircle a sacred elm chant courtship spells songbirds echo their incantations Autumn Equinox fairy folk gather

My father, resentful of my lingering, said I must earn my keep, so I tended the midwife and learned from I had my garden and my knowledge of herbs, and so we made our way. I taught her everything I could, and she grew up. I did not keep her prisoner. I didn't want her to be stuck in the life I had fled, nor did I want her to pursue my path, which had I searched for her. I went to the town. I begged at the castle for any hint of her.

In her 2014 chapbook, Wolfskin, poet Mary McMyne beckons readers into the wood and the realm of the fairy Shining a lantern into the shadows of the forest and illuminating the truths they hide, Wolfskin is a You can find a copy of the book here.

in the shadows. I will not make a trade for something that may never exist. I won’t be cheated, precious girl. What need have I for your memories? Every afternoon, the weaver’s pretty black-haired daughter went out into the woods to gather plants for , for wandering heedless of their wise counsel to be wary of beasts when she went into the woods to gather

Mariel’s father was my mother’s second husband. When her father died, my mother untangled his web of debts and took Mariel on as her own. “When I ran from here, I was so upset I didn’t notice where I was going. I knew her instantly. I did my best to keep crumbs from falling onto the floor, gathering them into my hands and stuffing them

stepmother and stepsisters to let Cinderella know where she stands in terms of family importance, but I My own home is crafted of small rooms, and in each one, I have a hearth, either gas, wood burning, or Our hearths are mostly decorative, and they serve as gathering places for our family and friends. I add evergreen boughs for winter, bunnies for spring, and seashells for the long, hot summer, but it started by The Fairy Tale Magazine’s founder and resident Fairy Godmother Kate Wolford, is a virtual gathering

For her, my only godchild, I gather sage, lambs’ ear and lavender, Lemon balm and mint, beginnings and but from wish, Slippers crystal-clear as rainfall, though they Are more difficult, requiring freshly gathered Her scent, roses and anticipation. A carriage from a pumpkin. She merged her talent and interest in her first published book of poetry.   psyche through her endeavors in folklore.

When they arrived in the middle of the woods, the father said, "You children gather some wood, and I Hansel and Gretel gathered together some twigs, a pile as high as a small mountain. When the adults were asleep, Hansel got up again and wanted to gather pebbles as he had done before, said his father. "Keep walking straight ahead." "I can see my pigeon sitting on the roof. See, I myself could get in." And she crawled up stuck her head into the oven.

Medicine (an overview of the landscape and the folk knowledge of the region), Occult Uses of Appalachian Herbs Appalachian witches are often practitioners of Christianity who traditionally doctor their families with herbs I found this short book utterly fascinating and would like to read more books in the Modern Folk Magic You can pre-order the book here. She lives, happily ever after, with her husband and three sons in a house filled with fairy tale books