The Wand: Not Everyone Welcomes New Magic
Aelwin is a Maker, like her mother before her; she knows this in her heart, but will the fae Match her to her calling?
When a hostile Shadow Coat arrives to perform the New Year Matching Ceremony for her and her friends, disaster threatens them all. Only Aelwin can stop it, but she doesn’t know how.
Find out what battles Aelwin has to face in order to embrace the magic inside in this short story perfect for a break-time read.
More info →Clippie: A short story of a life lived contentedly and of those touched by its generosity
Let me tell you about Molly Barley, or Miss Molly to her younger fares. Molly is a clippie, a bus conductress on the number 42 bus. She joined her London bus route in the sixties and has witnessed all the changes in the following decades. Devoted to her job, there’s never been ‘Mr Right’, but Molly doesn’t mind; her regulars, her fares, as she thinks of them, have been her family.
Enjoy this light-hearted story over a cup of tea or coffee as we follow Molly from her younger days through important moments of her career and introduce you to some of her favourite fares.
More info →Phantom Love: When Love Survives Death
When Ben promises to show his cousin, Ellen, a ghost, the pair set in motion a series of events that lead them into a terrifying encounter. Yet, within her fear, Ellen finds a purpose, and it is to find out what Millicent Van Curren, shot by her lover, wants from them.
Author's Note: For Phantom Love, my inspiration is a church yard in a little village in the Kent countryside called Wittersham. When I was a girl, my father was the rector of Wittersham and the primary school I went to was right next to the churchyard. There was only an open railing between us and what was a largely wild area. And, in the long grass, there were lots of rather dramatic tombs. One I remember vividly was made up of a large sarcophagus, broken in places and surrounded by brambles and a rusty fence. There was one time when a bunch of us were daring each other to stick our hands in the dark holes made by the breaks in the stonework.
I was never brave enough, but that dare is where the start of this story came from, so I hope you enjoy Ellen and Ben's tale.
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