For Part One: http://wp.me/p2VCul-kr For Part Two: http://wp.me/p2VCul-lz For Part Three: http://wp.me/p2VCul-lG Gwyneth said goodbye to the Boatman, then climbed the seemingly endless steps to the walled village above the harbour. The town she found was quiet, but she walked along to a pub called the Lucky Leaf, because that’s where you are meant to go when you’re… Continue reading

For Part One: http://wp.me/p2VCul-kr For Part Two: http://wp.me/p2VCul-lz Gwyneth grew up in the city, the child of an Irish mother and a Welsh father who’d moved to London for work. Strongly glamoured by her mother to appear completely human, her parents believed their pale child to be a partial albino because of her pale, pale colouring and… Continue reading

For Part One: http://wp.me/p2VCul-kr Yes… what did become of Tabitha’s twin girls? Older by mere seconds, the sunkissed daughter placed in Alba grew up as Aoibheann. Aoibheann lived in a world of toil and worry. Placed under strong glamour by her mother at birth, she appeared and acted human. Evil dragons scourged the forests and towns… Continue reading

You might wonder what there is to write about that’s happy, since Ashmourne is such a fucking downer. I admit I wondered too, for about thirty seconds. I haven’t written anything but these journal entries for more than a year, but the crazy thing is I used to teach creative writing to university students. And… Continue reading