The Tinder Box by M.R. Carey

"The fallen devil lay exactly where he had been. Mag stared again at that grey face with anguish stamped on its every feature. It came to him to wonder then whether the devil had been dead even before his cataclysmic fall. Why should one topple, after all, if he were strong and hale? Belike he... Continue Reading →

The Incandescent by Emily Tesh

"Almost no one was paying for magical boarding school because of the magic. The magic was an interesting quirk, a historical curiosity, in a few cases a genuine passion being indulged by a loving parent—but you didn’t pay fifty thousand pounds a year for magic tricks, any more than you paid it for Shakespeare or... Continue Reading →

Dusting Off the Cobwebs

“Write regularly, whether you feel like writing or not, and whether you think what you're writing is any good or not.”Anne Lamott Lately, I feel as though I have dusted off the cobwebs of my writing mind. My writing seems to ebb and flow throughout each year. There are months where I seem to have... Continue Reading →

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