Three Twisted Knots

The sithen was depressing the living shit out of me, so I headed back up to Mysthaven to see if Nathaniel was busy. He’s been reading up on his Ancient Greek, for some reason (who does that?) but as it turned out, he was looking for an excuse to take a break, and I provided Continue reading

With everything that’s happened, my feet in different worlds, everything in the Wylds so out of control and seemingly spiralling into oblivion, I feel every time I walk into the sithen that it might be the last time I see it. So I walk around our beautiful home, the home that so many of my Continue reading

When I got back to Ashmourne, I was still feeling high, like I was still on that rooftop in New York. My afternoon was lost in a blur of the East Village and shopping and learning a little bit about what I can and can’t do with this new ability I have. I’m still not Continue reading

Circumstances being what they are, Nathaniel and I have had little time to spend together or speak together since everything started to come apart at the seams here. Finally last night we managed to get a little time together and not spend it just falling asleep exhausted in one another’s arms. (Not to discount that: Continue reading

Dear Father, The Seelie Sithen in Ashmourne is besieged by cwn, and the Huntsman seems to be on the prowl wherever we look. I have seen him many times over the last months, and each time his madness seems to be a little deeper, his grip on whatever we term reality loosening. A mad god is not something Continue reading

Always, lately, I seem to go where I am called. There is a voice in my head. There is a fire, a vision, impossible to ignore, and after only one night’s peaceful (for some value of peaceful) repose with Nathaniel in the still somewhat calm sanctuary that is now my sithen, I knew I had Continue reading

Why we all gravitated to Mysthaven Castle the next evening, I do not know. But Lord Maric was there to receive us, as ambiguous and infuriating as always, with his paternal demeanour toward Aoibheann that makes me want to strangle him, with his lordly manners and the always untrustworthy light behind his eyes. I knew Continue reading