‘Have you heard her yet?’ Jimmy’s head, mop of dark curls topping a hopeful expression, appeared around the door of Wayland’s smithy, just as it had every morning since the start of February. ‘Not yet, lad,’ Wayland replied, just as he had also done every morning, ‘You’ll know when we do.’ Jimmy’s expression fell. ‘But … More Laughing Betsy and the Village Wassail
Wolf did not howl much any more. Why would he? What point would there be when there was no one left to answer him? Oh the village dogs wailed to the moon every now and then but it was but a pale imitation of the pack song he longed to hear. He was an anomaly, … More Lone(ly) Wolf
When I ended the last of the Twelve Tales of Flashmas with “The End for now …” I didn’t have any continuation planned. It was simply that I’d loved writing them, wanted to keep working in this particular version of my Wildwood, and those two little words after The End seemed like a good way … More Flashes of Feathers: More Tales from the Wildwood
Kizzia Mildmay 