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A Butterfly’s Breath: A Fairy Fable Snippet
Up and up and up the butterfly went, until it reached the very tippy tops of the trees.

Louisa Blackthorne
Jun 112 min read


Fairy Roads and Forgotten Paths: When Victorian Travelers Feared the Otherworld
Pioneers spoke of wandering lights—will-o’-the-wisps—that danced across the plains.

Louisa Austin
May 304 min read


Corinne and the Fox
"Foxes don't talk," she said automatically,...The fox's whiskers twitched in what might have been amusement. "And humans don't lose their shadows—unless the fair folk steal them."

Louisa Blackthorne
May 288 min read


The Changeling’s Price
But Eilis saw the flash of fear in her mother’s eyes when the baby turned its golden gaze toward her. That evening, when this unusual creature refused to nurse and remained silent even as her mother sobbed over it, Eilis watched her father place protective herbs above the doorframes.

Louisa Blackthorne
May 186 min read


The Pride of Amaryllis
Still, the drought was testing even Amaryllis’s enduring confidence. She fluttered from bed to bed, watering with dewdrops gathered in acorn caps, whispering to the dry soil, encouraging earthworms to dig and aerate.

Louisa Blackthorne
May 146 min read


The Oak and the Nightingale
Nettie meets a young man caught by the fey. Will she set him free so they can be together?

Louisa Blackthorne
Apr 275 min read


Beware the Fairy Ring: Portals to the Otherworld or Dangerous Traps?
Fairy rings, those enigmatic circles of mushrooms that appear in forests and meadows, have long captivated human imagination. While some...

Louisa Austin
Apr 233 min read


🐦⬛ Declan Turner & the Banshee
Declan Turner's nightly walk to check his sheep turns into something sinister when he meets a supernatural entity on the path.

Louisa Blackthorne
Mar 24 min read


Irish Fairy Folklore: The Banshee
Despite her eerie presence, the banshee is not an evil spirit. She does not cause death but merely foretells it.

Louisa Austin
Feb 264 min read


Scene From An Oak
"Sally," May scolded, landing lightly on the branch the squirrel stood on, its texture gnarled under her tiny feet...

Louisa Blackthorne
May 26, 20245 min read
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