by Ranylt Richildis This is what happened to les deux bretons before I met them, back in the 70s when they were boys in Vannes. One was abandoned at nineteen months (no one knows why, or by whom), the other…
Category: Issue 4
by Lorna Smithers The mid-December wind Tears down the last leaves Blasted boughs circle the skies Like wild weather vanes, The ivy trembles. Amidst the ramparts Decks a forest miniature Where the prickling holly Shines aquifolium locks On berries vermillion.…
by A. E. Lowan The signs had all indicated he would come here, and so she waited. She haunted hospital nurseries and sun-dappled playgrounds, watched the children come and grow, the swaddled babies age and die. She searched their eyes,…
by Randy Lindsay Only a fool would agree to work for fairies. They are unpredictable, dangerous, and really, really annoying. Which meant that I felt like the king of fools. Not that I volunteered to help one. The Royal Council…