The Woodworker And The Dragon At first Kate assumed the dragon eating from her coal scuttle was a baby. After all, sheād never heard of dragons small as her forearm.
The Rewards Of Interdisciplinary Cursology Malcom Baker was considered an oddity for being interested in where curses came from rather than āpracticalā aspects of Cursology. But knowledge is power, especially in magicā¦
Cursed For Scrumping When the local witch seemingly vanishes, Jim sees a chance to try and dispel the curse she laid on him years ago - but Ms Smyth has not left, and always meant what she saidā¦
Getting The Tea On The Lord Of Dark Destruction Sofia was determined to get her superiors to take her seriously, and if that meant summoning a demon to get the gossip column scoop she needed, so be it!
Urban Fey Fey were an unusual sight in cities, but Amanda managed not to attract a second glance as she sauntered down the street.
C_T_O_IC Writing On The Wall This part of town was covered in graffiti, so Mark wasnāt sure when the game of hangman appeared. It must be some communal art piece. He was happy to join inā¦
Carrying Home 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.
Responsibility For A Wish If Annieās grandparents had known she would wish for her ābest friendā to come to life, they wouldāve picked a smaller, lighter doll to gift her. Now that Annie was seven, Belle was half her size.
Forever Loved At first you thought I was delusion. Your grief playing tricks on you. I didnāt know enough to tell you otherwise; I was barely five months old when I died.
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.