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When I stopped at a well in the woods, I found within not water but a wretched waif. A pale figure curled up on a bed of grass and crushed flowers, the hands cupped over their head the picture of abject sorrow. Their voice bounced off the stone walls up to me, distorted and muffled. … Continue reading The Hopeful Wanderer – The Wretched Well
I recommend Sabriel for readers who like somewhat dark things with a bright twist and who like intelligent, capable female characters.
When the moon drew too close, we retreated indoors and barred the windows shut. Mystified, I helped with the task of preparing for a siege, but once the work was done, I tried to be on my way. The townsfolk would have none of it. "It's just a lunar eclipse," I argued. I was standing … Continue reading The Hopeful Wanderer – A Silent Eclipse
I would recommend The Traitor's Game for readers who like quick romances, enemies-to-lovers paradigms, and spy thrillers in a fantasy setting.
One evening, the stars looked down at me and asked, "Wanderer, you have traveled so far. What do you seek?" I sat below them on an open, grassy hill. Points of light blazed overhead, like colorful jewels set in a black velvet cloth, twinkling expectantly. "Hope, I think," I replied. For a moment, they said … Continue reading The Hopeful Wanderer – The Bravest Thing
Fairy tales have a tradition of presenting moral conclusions and this collection sticks to that tradition, but with a modern spin.
I came upon the rusting ruins of an ancient amusement park far, far away from civilization. Its Ferris wheel soared into the clear sky, the broken spokes and missing seats like the popped blood vessels in a drunkard's eyeball. Next to this, a single roller coaster loop made another eye, and there, a dry water … Continue reading The Hopeful Wanderer – When the Park Slept
In my wanderings, I often find myself traipsing a barren land. From horizon to horizon, the ground stretches dry and cracked, riddled like puzzle pieces with the long-gone memory of water. Gray haze blows across the sky, blocking out the sunlight like smoke from an unseen fire. But I smell no ash, only empty heat. … Continue reading The Hopeful Wanderer – A Barren Heart
By Mattie McAlavy She isn't aptly named. Summer the season is heat, heat, heat and dappled skin and sweat and laughter on a breeze. Popsicles melting, sweet tea sweating, heavy green boughs sighing in the sun. A feeling. Summer (the) Baker is "dynamite with a laser beam" - pinpoint-direct and molten and focused, focused 'chaos.' … Continue reading Mattie McAlavy: On S.G. Baker
By Madison Ferril Mischief is too base a word for what glints behind her eyes. It is more the beginnings of a maelstrom, or perhaps it is a hint of the spark that set the universe into motion. Some would call it magic, but that term is neither broad enough nor narrow enough to capture … Continue reading Madison Ferril: On S.G. Baker
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