Druids Dance

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Photography by Ange Harper “There’s no place on earth with more of the old superstitions and magic mixed into its daily life than the Scottish Highlands.” —Diana Gabaldon, Outlander Figures in white emerge from the swirling mists that surround the standing stones....
We’ve featured the work of Bella Kotak numerous times in this magazine as well as in our various handbooks and on our social media. She shot the dreamy, silver-toned elven image for the cover of our spring 2018 Tolkien...
Mermaid Issue Faerie Magazine

Beneath The Waves

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The fairies we see in today’s pop-culture representations are only a small shadow of the rich world of Faerie lore. It shouldn’t surprise anyone, therefore, that mermaids also have a rich mythic history that extends far beyond the superficial, albeit...
Feature Image: Model: Laura Beserova Crown: Ivy Design When Czech photographer Marketa Novak heard that we were devoting an entire issue to Art Nouveau, she staged our sumptuous, golden cover photo as an homage to her countryman—and favorite artist—Alphonse Mucha....
by CAROLYN TURGEON Photography by STEVE PARKE On the Cover of the 2017 Autumn Issue Subscribe or Single Issue Like the women of Practical Magic , Veronica Varlow (opposite, left) had a powerful, glamorous witch in her life, teaching her magic since the time she...
Late last year on social media I saw the most extraordinary image: three very different women holding three very different foxes, all in hues of white, red, and black. The women wear long dresses in each color, and a...
Photography: Steve Parke Gown/Styling: Justina A. Prince Model: Sarah Bentman MUA and Hair: Nikki Verdecchia of NV Salon Collective When the day shall come, that we do part,” he said softly, and turned to look at me, “if my last words...
J.R.R. Tolkien Faerie Magazine Elves

Elven Royalty

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“The hobbits sat in shadow by the wayside. Before long the elves came down the lane towards the valley. They passed slowly, and the hobbits could see the starlight glimmering on their hair and in their eyes. They bore...
One fine day last spring, I met my sister-in-law Rita for lunch. She was clutching a chunky paperback with an embossed cover, the kind, so I thought, that I would never read. Rita told me my brother had bought her...
  In a flash of light, Titania’s court arrives, all berry-stained lips and shimmering wings. Their gowns are gossamer and diaphanous, their eyelids drooping languidly in the dreamtime of a thick summer afternoon. Queen Titania herself leads them in merry...