“It is the tide that pulls the seconds through my blood. It is the tide that threads the minutes through my bones.”
“But once in a rare while they come late to the changing.”
“You’re here to put an end to us, and a Selkie without a skin is no concern of Faerie’s.”
A very 90s ghost story…about the magic of literacy!
Neri’s Krupni-cake: a yuletide Out of the Books Experience
Ten years under hill, over dale, beneath the waves, on faery trails…
Why you should (allow yourself to) read “below your capabilities.”
Salted caramel, with extra foam…
