I went into the woods to meet a wolf. It was a stupid thing to do. Everyone I knew, from my elderly neighbours to the schoolgirls who hung around the street corner, had cautioned me against it. You might meet a wolf, they said. Wolves were treacherous, murderous, they all said. They did terrible things… Read more A Walk in the Woods

Magic was bred in the earth below the Three Sisters. Three hills, as round and green and smooth as the hills in baby’s picture books, the Sisters had watched over the land surrounding them since before time was invented. The magic was ancient, bloody, pitiless. Sometimes it flowed from a fissure opened by a digging… Read more The Sisters