Eowyn Ivey

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Article from Issue #27 Subscribe | Single Issue PHOTOGRAPHY BY VIONA IELEGEMS Ewyn Ivey’s award-winning 2012 debut novel The Snow Child tells the story of a...

If Wishes Were Mittens

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As twilight touched the snowy, wooded landscape, the little girl saw her worried mother standing on the front porch of the tiny cottage and...
John William Godward “The New Perfume” 1914. Wikimedia Commons.

And Maidens Call It Love-In-Idleness

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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...
Photograph by Ellen Tyn

The Witch in Spring

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Photograph by Ellen Tyn Wake up, wake up! say the first snowdrops. Their green stems poke through the snow, and their delicate hanging bells quiver...

The Holly King

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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...
Posthumous painting of Mary Anning (1847) by B. J. Donne | IanDagnall Computing / Alamy Stock Photo

Mary Anning, Monster Hunter

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Posthumous painting of Mary Anning (1847) by B. J. Donne IanDagnall Computing / Alamy Stock Photo Oh, Mary Anning. That stubborn young spinster gave us the...

Witch of the Wood

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They said she was outside of the village by a couple of miles, in a sort of travel wagon camped on the edge of...

The Night of The Witch

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Photo by Natalya Letunova on Unsplash Article from Issue #40 Subscribe | Single Issue Every few years they came searching and this was the year they found them. Three sisters living...
Rabbit Among the Fairies (19th century), by John Anster Fitzgerald

Into The Night Woods …With Moths, Bats, Mushrooms, Fairies, and Other...

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Spring has its freshness and promise, summer gets all that lush light, and winter brings cozy idle hours—but autumn is really the most creative...
Fairy folk by an old gnarled tree by Arthur Rackham.

Grandmother Elder

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My grandmother was a mysterious woman—quiet and stern, her burdens etched harshly across her face. Her home was unremarkable, uncluttered, and as sensible as...