urban fantasy

Even running a small pub in a small town, Ian had seen all sorts. But he’d never had anyone storm in sporting full evening wear at lunchtime. And them being four feet tall with glowing butterfly-esk wings was also novel.

Keith was forgetting something. He was sure of it. SOMETHING was on the horizon, drawing ever closer, but his calendar offered no clues…

Cloe wasn’t daft. Sure, the apartment block was old and basic, but if units were going for that price something had to be up. However, she was broke. So she went to the viewing anyway.

Sometimes opposite problems look very similar, and what you have in common is knowing what it’s like to be squashed into a mould.

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…

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.