Leeron Heywood Writing

When You Wish To Fly

It was the sort of thing you were vaguely aware happened, but never expected to happen to YOU. Or your child. Thank goodness she was taking it well, but…

Witnessing Echoes Of The Departed

It wasn’t necromancy. Honest. Ellen preferred to call it ‘a knack’. An ear for the whispers the departed left behind, fragments of presence lingering on their cherished possessions like their fading scent.

Two Faces Vs Two-Faced

Nobody came near when Don was training in his “Alter Form”. He didn’t blame them. The stories of shifters slipping and losing control were frightful. It was called “Cursed Blood” for a reason. Sure, their fear hurt. How could it not? But he didn’t blame them.

The International Summit Summit

As a rule, mountain spirits weren’t big on travel. But in this modern world, with threats and pressures on every side, it was agreed that coming together was important. So here Scafell Pike was, with the rest of the UK delegation.

Taken In On The Lonely Cold Road

She looked the perfect picture of a shrine-tender. I suspected nothing, eager to take shelter against the desolate cold of the isolated road…

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