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Mister Fox and the Demon Dogs #TuesdayBookBlog

Bone-white winter gleams in the moonlight. Silent shadows hunt in the night…. The Hunter’s Moon sails above dark hills, caught in the empty fingers of the treetops. A mysterious company gathers to kindle the flames of the dance; arcane patterns … Continue reading

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Fire

Ronovan’s haiku challenge Image from Mister Fox: The Legend

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Magic

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Mister Fox: The Legend

Where do they come from? They come out of the night… Where do they go to? Back to the night they return… They dance in the dark to pipe and drum and fiddle They dance in the dark with fire … Continue reading

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Changelings into the Mist by Katie Sullivan

Changelings. They were the descendants of Man and Fae. They walked between worlds – as healers, mystics, even kings – but no more. He thought he was the last, alone and lost, until the day he saw them. Irish teens … Continue reading

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It was a dark and stormy night…

Go on then… as it’s almost Hallowe’en, I’ll share once again the old Yorkshire tale of the Hand of Glory… It is not a myth… though its truth may be obscure… one Hand even survives to this  day, found in … Continue reading

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New Book – “Doomsday: The Ætheling Thing”

Doomsday: The Ætheling Thing Stuart France & Sue Vincent “Who was this Arviragus bloke anyway?” Don studies the light as it plays through his beer, casting prisms on the table. How is it possible to hide such a story… the … Continue reading

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Like a spear that roars for blood

And Greidyawl-the-Wise came into the clearing where sat Gwythyr surrounded by all the birds and animals, and he took from Gwythyr’s grasp the harp of Tertiu-the-Melodious. “Like a spear that roars for blood,” sang Greidyawl-the-Wise, “Or the flower whose face … Continue reading

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