Feature Illustration by Charles Vess
Article From 2014 Spring Issue #26
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Once, there was a clockwork princess who lived in a land of forgotten things. The King of this land had long since been forgotten, as had the circumstances of the...
Short Story from Issue #35 Summer 2016
This is the way she knew he was gone: The door was open. His boots were missing. The cage where he kept a hawk was empty. He’d never said a word. The night before...
Art by Sigrid Rødli
The snow and ice bring with it a pantheon of winter spirits that range from the benevolent to the purely evil with every shade of slushy gray in between—from impish Frost Faeries that paint the autumn...
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PHOTOGRAPHY BY VIONA IELEGEMS
Ewyn Ivey’s award-winning 2012 debut novel The Snow Child tells the story of a husband and wife who move to Alaska as a new start and a welcome distraction...
Once upon a time, in a land hidden deep within an enchanted forest where the trees grew almost as tall as mountains, there lived a girl whose eyes had long ago grown dark by disease. The other villagers took...
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...
Early morning. Sea mist still hovers over the water, and the bracken-covered dunes that furl out beneath my feet like a green carpet are alive with activity. Under the surface are cool, sandy-walled tunnels and dens filled with breath,...
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...
As twilight touched the snowy, wooded landscape, the little girl saw her worried mother standing on the front porch of the tiny cottage and knew she was probably in trouble. The girl hid her frozen hands deep in her...
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...