The Holly King

Illustration by Guinevere von Sneeden Wassail, drink hail to the sleeping trees blanketed in a white cloak of snow, under the dark of night. Leave the warmth of the fire and sing to them through the dark of winter, promising that spring...
Children! To perform this nifty trick, ask your mother for a shelled-out lemon, balled-up handkerchiefs, a vial of perfume, fire, and a pistol. “I have written this work,” writes Professor Henri Garenne, in his introduction to the 1886 edition...
Written and Illustrated by Charles Vess From Issue #29 - digital // print Come closer and listen well, for I have a tale to tell. For far longer than even I can remember Father Christmas has always lived in his warm, sprawling...
  In her first memory of this life, she clutched two pecans in her small hands. Warm brown with tabby cat black stripes, dry and cool to the touch. She might have gathered an empty husk, too, its edges curled as...
Illustration by Guinevere von Sneeden • You can lace your own corset without assistance. • You wear corsets. • When your friends order cocktails, you prefer a neat whiskey—or champagne if you’re feeling feisty. • You believe music sounds best when played on...
Photography by Natalia Le Fay Follow Natalia Le Fay on Instagram @natalia_lefay. The Lost Queen by Simon & Schuster was published in September, 2018. Read more about Signe at signepike.com. Read Carolyn Turgeon's, EIC of Faerie Magazine, interview with Signe Pike. A chill...
Garden Ice I was alone when the cold began. Ice fell onto the gar-den like rain, only it was a pale green, so pale you had to look carefully or it would be invisible. Everywhere it fell the world turned...
Father loved me better than my sisters. That sounds desirable, yes? To be best loved, to be the one desired? The dresses he gave me were golden as the sun, luminescent as the moon, bright as the stars. They weighed more...
In the land of the Sand Riders, where women go veiled from top to toe, there lived a young man who dreamed of love. But he was too young to think of marriage, and according to the customs of...
Photography by Steve Parke Model: Crystal Chandler

Amulet

In the village where they lived everyone knew there was only one way for whomever went to meet the beast in the woods to stay safe. Wear an amulet around your neck, and when he comes upon you he will...