The Good Son

Maggie was an American tourist when I first saw her, hiking across the Irish hills with a group of other college students. It was raining. Maggie had no umbrella, and…

Wind

Once upon a time, there were two young girls, closer than sisters, who dreamed of greatness. When they played together (as they did every day), Gytha always pretended to be…

I was cursed when expecting you

The lock is on the inside

Sister, Silkie, Siren, Shark

We had no one to ask but each other, and we had no answers.

Is magic more like cooking or baking?

Small Magics

Hers are small, hidden magics. Subtle. Deniable. Here and now, she is Elda, a weaver, her shuttle carving magic across the warp and back again, weaving protection into the cloth.…