From The Amazing Catwoman: I noticed recently that it was getting harder and harder to send messages from Faerie. I talked to Wulfrich about it, and he thinks this is because Gwyneth is becoming more and more a creature of Faerie and less and less a creature of the world from which she came. Her …
There’s something about a cloudless night. Or that’s how it seems. I recall my (human) father always referring to a moon covered with clouds as a ghostly galleon, after the Alfred Noyes poem. And maybe we don’t associate a clear night with magic, or omens, or stories. Maybe. Maybe we don’t. But I felt something. …
This year has been something else. It’s been the longest, hottest summer anybody can remember. And here I was, thinking I was the luckiest Naiad alive: spend a summer studying folklore and literature in Paris, get to know the Nymphs of the Seine, practice my not-very-good French on a city full of every kind of being …
Alone in the woods, I am looking for something. I don’t know what I am looking for, but that’s not unusual. I hear a noise, not far away, and I turn to see Another version of me, telling stories to animals. Her/my voice rises and falls, and they are rapt. Dragons flutter round the edges, bunnies …
It may have come to the attention of some people that I am into SL hair. OK, it may have come to the attention to some people that I might well one day find myself on a virtual street corner with a sign reading Will Work For Hair. I mean, it’s not like, an addiction or anything. I …
Well, I’m sure everyone knows what happened on White Owl Island at Lughnasadh. I’m surprised that Gelato woman hasn’t spread her tabloid photographs all over the state of Washington and Realms Beyond at this point. If you don’t know, some terrorist, and we suspect Saoirse, blew up my house. That’s right. She blew up my house. We …
Where dips the rocky highland Of Sleuthwood in the lake There lies a leafy island Where flapping herons wake The drowsy water rats; There we’ve hid our fairy vats, Full of berries And of reddest stolen cherries. Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in …
So, yeah. I was talking about Clutie in my last post, and about how she just annoys me to pieces these days. As it happens, the morning after my little excursion into the Wylds, I was just sitting on the couch, playing with one of those winged cats I like so much—I don’t know why; they …
Oh, do not fear the winter night The broken branches dull with snow And do not fear the death of light Or any fright that dreams bestow And neither fear the fox’s cry Nor fear a tapping at your door Or worry over some old lie That doesn’t matter any more But when the thread is wearing thin And time fragments …
So, yeah. I said my mobile was working in that strange forest I landed in. About two hours after I discovered the crag above the water, right after I’d put together a makeshift campsite and managed to gig a couple of frogs for dinner, I got a call from my fixer. Security gig, small town, infested …
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