Stepping into Stories, One Word at a Time
“The guardian is a woman, or something that looks very much like a woman, though she is inhumanly beautiful and unnaturally still. There is something in her that resembles a river itself, in that she seems both placid and restless; eternally in place, and yet constantly in motion. She doesn’t have a name, though most... Continue Reading →
"The first time Esther met Rin, they were a storm. While walking in the Modal Lands she was caught in a howling gale, and took shelter beneath one of the granite outcroppings that littered the area near the Refrain. There was a great clashing in the air, and the sort of mixing weather common to... Continue Reading →
“Stories had to have beginnings, which meant someone had to be where they were beginning, or there was no purpose to them. She was just at the beginning of a story, that was all, and this was perfectly possible.”-Adrift in Currents Clean and Clear by Seanan McGuire It feels impossible that I’ve just read the... Continue Reading →
"Tattooed protection sigils were the priciest, and best, magical protection around. An adversary couldn’t yank one off your body the way they could an amulet or a charm. Of all the tales of tattoo magic, one set of needles came up over and over, in stories and in history."Comeuppance Served Cold by Marion Deeds I... Continue Reading →
"People tell many strange lies about the horses of Iceland. How they are made of fire that has leached into their bones from the fiery earth, or sky that they have sucked into their lungs from the tops of mountains. So there are sorrel horses, and horses with blue eyes. How a great stallion was... Continue Reading →
"Be sure, said the words scrawled abovd the door. Well, she was. She was sure it was cold out here, and the store would probably close soon, and she needed to get inside before someone saw her and asked where her parents were. She was sure she couldn't go home.She pushed the door open and... Continue Reading →
Of Worlds Forgotten 