Aoibh found me in the stable. I was in my pyjamas. It’s some sarcastic twist of fate that my favourite pyjamas consist of a “Robot Unicorn Attack” t-shirt and a pair of purple leggings, I think.  Aoibh was sleepwalking, and we figured I had been, too. I got dressed and we walked to the pub… Continue reading

I have been sleeping really well lately, which is why last night’s dream was so incredibly weird. It was one of those dreams that didn’t feel like a dream at all, you know, like the one where you dream that you’ve woken up and got ready for class, or work, or whatever, and you’re already… Continue reading

We went to the pub together, Nathaniel and me, the next day, and there she was, that horrible thing, dancing on tables and doing all the same shit she always does. Crowing about being dead like it didn’t affect anybody but her and nobody but her was involved in the whole thing. What a narcissistic… Continue reading

When I woke up, I was still in Valene’s den, in Nathaniel’s arms. I never slept with a boy before. I vaguely remembered him telling me he forgot to breathe when he was asleep, but I didn’t wake up to find out. He was already awake when I came to. I am not sure what… Continue reading

The bitch can’t die. Luckily Nathaniel warned me about that or I’d have pissed myself next time I walked into the Castle Shithole Tavern to find that cunt fart there causing trouble. Continue reading

No, really. Rachel, who I thought was fighting against her demonic nature, who I thought was becoming my friend, who I thought was more interested in discussing the difference between her England and mine, somehow influenced me — and Nathaniel — into going down to the bridge and confronting Major FuckBeak. This has been a… Continue reading

I finally made it across the bridge to look at the other side. It didn’t look much different from our side, except I had to cross the bridge again to get back to our side. I am pretty sure this won’t seem like a big deal to anybody else, but it did to me. So… Continue reading

Remember when I said I wouldn’t be a proper fairy if I didn’t get wings? Back in Jasper Cove, Isabella said something to me once about how wings were just part of fae glamour. So now that I’m cool with hair and I guess clothing, though that’s happening almost unconsciously, I decided yesterday to experiment… Continue reading