The Spill And The Scarflette Mildred had noticed the red scarflette wrapped around the old womanās left wrist; when you worked a cafe you got to know people by traits rather than names. But she hadnāt taken particular heed. The scarflette was just⦠there. Unremarkably remarkable. Until the spill happened.
Barking Up The Correct Tree 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.
Netherworld Botany Conference Newbie At least baffling ominous prophecies encouraged investment in research.
Oaths And Guidelines The elderly goblin sighed. "They keep swearing my humors are all normal, but..."
The Hotel Listens "Don't worry about the sounds, itās not⦠Itās just echoes. Sort of. Same for the voices. Itās nothing, honest. We think the building just gets lonely during the off-season. Thereās no actual ghosts."
A Pirate's Dream ARG āHi, Nat.ā Mumās voice was bright and breezy. āDo you remember hiding treasure in the walls?ā
An Itinerant Mouse On days like these, when the wind whistling past is wet and cold and the air inside the van stinks of petrol and coffee, I wonder if my mother was right. Perhaps I truly am a house mouse at heart.
The Troll Toll Bridge Hard to believe it was real. People swore it had to be magic. But it had stood strong for generations.