Nemaiza

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...

Time moves on and so does Spring. She readies the land until it is bursting with rich nutrients and oversees from afar the ploughing...

We run when the mortals enter the wood. They come with their hounds, whose unnatural yowling fills our ears with nightmares...

A witch you will not recognise lives north of the river on the dark side of town. The side where people go to be changed, stolen, or...

She stumbles over a root buried in the snow. The permafrost beneath the soft powder is hard and uneven underfoot...

She slips through the rain-soaked city in fits and starts; a second spent in the open air of a green square bordered by white townhouses...