Winter's End, Part 10
Spring tries to summon the memory of warmth to keep her steady, but it is feeble and fades in and out.
Gods of the Storm
The storm was rolling down from the mountain, grey clouds heavy with rain cresting the slate-coloured peaks and swallowing them whole...
Winter's End, Part 9
She clasps her hands together, allowing the brightness to all but blind her, and implores Summer to let her pass safely through her...
Winter's End, Part 8
It is by chance that Spring hears the truth of Winter’s death. The villagers no longer hold the festival of Turning in her name...
Crab Apples
I plunder crab apples from the wayside. They are small and round, each one fitting neatly into the palm of my hand. I hold them up to the...
Winter's End, Part 7
The world is at odds with itself. She knows it even before she opens her eyes. The air is not so cold...
Ducks and Ladybirds
The god of this world wears red wellington boots. There are black spots up the sides and the bright white eyes of a ladybird painted...
Winter's End, Part 6
She dreams of Winter. His blue eyes, his frosted beard, the hint of softness beneath the frozen exterior and hard lines made by...
Winter's End, Part 5
Time moves on and so does Spring. She readies the land until it is bursting with rich nutrients and oversees from afar the ploughing...
Winter's End, Part 4
It is a beautiful crown – perhaps her favourite of all the thousands she has crafted over the...
Nothing Human
Dawn breaks with its usual chorus of birdsong, but today it is accompanied by the pitiful weeping of a mother...
Winter's End, Part 3
She turns from the shrine with flowers in hand and continues down the mountainside. Her cloak trails behind in the snow...
Winter's End, Part 2
She feels the moment his rule ends like a thousand bolts of light to the heart, and they break her from her dawn reverie...
The Mortal Feast, Part 2
The guise of life returns to the ruined hall and so the children of Death wake with new creations in their twisted minds...
Winter's End
The final days of winter pass in a haze of pale mornings she never sees, cold nights she hardly feels and, towards the end, an array of...
Someone Else's Child
Today, I am someone else’s child. Someone else’s charge. Miss Elizabeth had me yesterday, though the time I spent in her company was...
Boxing Hares
I lie in an infinite field of dandelions that will only disperse at my command. The sun is low in the sky. It casts a golden light over...
Mother Part 2: Night
Hi! This is a continuation of my previous story, Mother. You might want to read that before you go any further! Night arrives in the...
The Mortal Feast
The cup gives off the heady perfume of cold nights and blotted stars. She takes it gladly, raises it toward her brother with a smile...