Rumpelstiltskin (1913), by Warwick Goble

It’s Just A Story: Finding The Real In Faerie

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Feature Image: British Library / Alamy Stock Photo Rumpelstiltskin (1913), by Warwick Goble   It is night. Darkness has closed in around us as I lie in my...
© Kent Miller

Reaching for the Stars

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Photography © Kent Miller / NPS Since time immemorial, humankind has looked to the stars, finding not only great beauty in Earth’s celestial ceiling but meaning...

Journal Like a Gothic Heroine

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The gothic genre is in love with literary ephemera. It glories in old letters tucked into books, handwritten accounts hidden in secret drawers, and...
Briana Saussy, Making Magic, Enchanted Living Magazine

An Interview with Briana Saussy

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We have something special to share with you from author Briana Saussy, whose new tome Making Magic focuses on making magic in the most lovely,...
Photography by Natalia Le Fay Follow Natalia Le Fay on Instagram @natalia_lefay.

An Excerpt From Signe Pike’s The Lost Queen

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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...

The Other Side of Abundance

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The most famous prayer to the greatest goddess of abundance the world has ever known is the Homeric Hymn to Demeter. This prayer-hymn, which...
New York mermaids Kai Altair and Ali Luminescent

A quick chat with New York mermaids Kai Altair and Ali...

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Faerie Magazine: What does it mean to be a mermaid in New York? Kai Altair: We are so lucky that New York City is surrounded...

The Scarlet Slippers

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In the land of the Sand Riders, where women go veiled from top to toe, there lived a young man who dreamed of love....
Rachel Oakes-Illustration_The Dark Mother

Elder Mother

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Grandmother Elder, that’s what they call me. They can’t seem to agree if I am a tree or a shrub, which is fitting really—I’ve always...
Illustration by Guinevere von Sneeden

The Quest

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Illustration by Guinevere von Sneeden You watch from the forest path as she emerges from the heavy oak door of her cottage and ventures straight...