Anaria came to as a chill breeze hit her side, where the reassuring warmth of the forester had been a moment earlier. She blinked at him blearily as he came around the cart to lift her down. She struggled a moment. "You're going to be cold and stiff after that ride, it's no trouble to …
Finally, the dance wound to a close and she darted back across the square with boots and umbrella, for the rain had set in with a will. Supper was informally served in the large front room, facing directly onto the square. The plates were cleared and Anaria turned to her mother. "Please may I have …
New story starting today. I did a CityLit course on telling and retelling fairy tales and thought I'd give the less-well-known story of King Thrushbeard a go. I would also like to make very clear that the opening of this story (in italics) is lifted directly from one of my all-time favourite 'new' fairy stories, …
The DNA of Stories 