She barreled into the café, nearly knocking over a gnomish couple on their way out. “Sorry! So sorry!” she bawled as she made her way up to the counter. “Softly and gently, Sophie, lamb,” said the fairy barista behind it, her words punctuated with a flutter of her sun-sparkly wings, her apron dusted with a… Continue reading I.
"May I hold you, dearling?" The apple-blossom-haired dryad held out her arms gently. The flushed little girl hesitated for a moment before nodding and leaning from her mother's embrace that of the dryad in the white lab coat. Gladia held the child tenderly and laid a hand on her arm, skin to skin. "Oh, you… Continue reading XXI.
There was a great crash, tumble, and tangle of limbs and bicycle parts. Florence leaped up from her seat on her favorite bench under her favorite tree and dashed into the fray and toward the children lying on the pavement. Thankfully, they had worn their helmets, even if Gary already had a particularly hard head.… Continue reading XX.
XIX. The top floor of the Library is the Special Collections. Temperature and light controlled, this floor houses some of the greatest works in history, both mundane and magical. The second copy of the Testament of Longinus is kept here, copied by the centurion’s own hand. There is an original Gutenberg Bible and an illustrated… Continue reading XIX.
XVIII. In the Hollow Bean, there is a delicious warmth in the dark of the oncoming night, the darkest of the year. This warmth not only chases away the winter's chill from your bones, it actively wards off the cold. In the Hollow's hearth burns a large log. A Yule log. This huge, hewn trunk of… Continue reading XVIII.: Yule Edition
Delilah’s demands for her niece to return went unheeded as the child gleefully made a break for the front of the store, the desired toy clutched in hand and unpaid for. Timothy moved to apprehend the child but his dear one stopped him. “I’ve got this, darling,” she assured her husband, and Delilah snapped her… Continue reading XVII.
October 31: Halloween, All Hallow’s Eve. November 1: All Saint’s Day, El Dia de Los Muertos. The Day of the Dead. Feast of Ghosts. These days are known the world round and down throughout time. Even the Magical have something to celebrate. Halloween is Winging Night for gargoyle babies born in October. The night when… Continue reading XVI: The Halloween Edition
This is what happens when children pray for a long summer. When you have 85-degree days in October. When the Summer King conveniently “forgets” that the equinox has come and gone and his crown still flames and flickers with Summer’s heat. Autumn, when she comes into her own (because you know she will), will not… Continue reading XV.
Fog hangs amethyst-gray, an extension of the cloud cover above. It laps in fields. It wraps itself sensuously around houses and whispers, "Sleep on," to those yet within. It gathers in clusters in parking lots, like clouds in a waiting room, anticipating their turn to be called up, called home, to that afterlife that we… Continue reading XIV.
When the winter snows have melted away, the trees warm and bud as their lifeblood begins to flow once more. The world begins to awaken. Not only awaken but also rejoice. Spring is springing, life is budding and blossoming, and warmth is returning to the world with Persephone’s ascent. April is the month of preparation and… Continue reading XIII.
“Here you are, lovely. One Sencha green tea with lotus blossom honey,” Pearla smiles at the woman before whom she sets down the delicate cup and teapot, as fragile as robins’ eggs, along with the pot of cloven lotus blossom honey. “Domo arigato, Pearla-chan,” Akiko bows her head gently, the delicate curve of her golden-red fox… Continue reading XII.