BY SARA CLETO AND BRITTANY WARMAN
Few words conjure up an always bubbling, deeply complex brew of emotion like the whisper of witch. Depending on who you ask, witch can inspire wonder, fear, hope, inspiration, and longing. The witch compels...
The word Pre-Raphaelite almost always conjures up a certain kind of woman. She has a cascade of copper hair, a face filled with mournful longing, and a deep jewel-colored gown. She has found herself locked in a tower, married...
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...
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...
STAR DAUGHTER IS COMING OUT FROM HARPERTEEN IN AUGUST
Sheetal got up and moved to the window. She stared at the great dark sky that arced over everything like an infinite ocean, taking in the uncountable coruscating stars, and wished...
Feature Image:
Anne Boleyn in the Tower of London (1835), by Édouard Cibot
Bridgeman Images
When I was in high school, I had pointy features and big teeth and black vintage clothes. I read research books for fun, and some of them...
Illustration by Gina Schiappacasse
Once upon a time... not too long ago. A brother and his twin sister walked in the woods near their house in the suburbs. It was a very cold night. The dirt path led them to...
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...
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,...