Honeyed Memory Wrapped In Waxen Forgetting “The bees know their way home, grandma. It’s not like they’d forget.”
A Fire Shared Is A Fire Grown Hannah had never thought much about Hearth Week. And she was now too old to believe in monsters…
The Mask That Reveals I was excited and anxious about taking part in the Midwinter Chorus. What mask would choose me? Would I be able to do it justice?
The Hearth Eternal The longest night. The oldest fire. Two strangers, bound by destiny. “If you were called, welcome. If not… turn back now.”
The Errant Lonely Bell It was a tradition old as copper, though these days most of the bells were made of bronze or silver. All through the warm months they sang. But tomorrow’s the first day of winter, the silent season…
The Ghosts Of Holidays Long Past Perhaps it was the spiced wine, or the memories of holidays past, but August found himself reflecting on the puzzle of mortality.
A Glimpse Into The Winter Habits Of Forest Dragons Here we see a juvenile forest dragon, resting in the yearling burrow she shares with her litter-mates…
A Party To Deceit That familiar masked figure blocking the alley meant my hopes were dashed - unless I can convince what I could not escape…