cosy

At first Kate assumed the dragon eating from her coal scuttle was a baby. After all, she’d never heard of dragons small as her forearm.

Malcom Baker was considered an oddity for being interested in where curses came from rather than ‘practical’ aspects of Cursology. But knowledge is power, especially in magic…

Fey were an unusual sight in cities, but Amanda managed not to attract a second glance as she sauntered down the street.

It was definitely a mirror, not a picture; if you took it off the wall and tilted it, the reflection moved just as it should. But what it reflected had nothing to do with its surroundings.

If Annie’s grandparents had known she would wish for her “best friend” to come to life, they would’ve picked a smaller, lighter doll to gift her. Now that Annie was seven, Belle was half her size.

Mildred had noticed the red scarflette wrapped around the old woman’s left wrist; when you worked a cafe you got to know people by traits rather than names. But she hadn’t taken particular heed. The scarflette was just… there. Unremarkably remarkable. Until the spill happened.

It was Gary's first time collecting materials from a magical tree, and while the tree being able to talk helped it also made him feel awkward.

The elderly goblin sighed. "They keep swearing my humors are all normal, but..."