The Magic Wood

PART I   Silver-etched ferns dipped into the road, shimmering every now and again as the morning sunlight filtered through the canopy overhead. Leara kept her eyes on the way down into the valley. Though she had traveled the path every day from her cottage in the hills, the path was never the same. The …

The Fury

  Lightning streaked across the sky bathing the black in streaks of blue and purple. Not far from the shoreline, Neria could make out the faint outline of the rolling waves and the dark creatures that traveled with them. The sea witch, Fua’mnach, had come and with her, the armies of the deep. Moss and …

Forlorn- Part VII

“Careful!” Saoirse motioned to a patch of half-submerged land that no longer looked safe to stand on. Curls of waterlogged heather poked through the top of the water, waving their delicate blossoms like a siren’s song. Liam stiffened and wiped the corner of his brow, throwing his former betrothed a glare of relief and frustration. …

Forlorn Part VI

Forlorn Part VI by Shannon Leigh Rivera Tormaigh woke to the smell of smoke. Attempting to bolt upright, his head swam in a thick cloud of pain and he was forced to lie back down. The world was swirling around him and pounding against his temples. He clutched the sides of his head, rubbing his …

Forlorn Part V

It was dark by the time the King had left the woods near Saoirse’s home, headed down the mountain to the valley below where Liam’s home and people were waiting for his return. The men who stayed behind with Liam were settled around a small fire just to the south of the witch’s abode. Feeling …

Forlorn Part IV

Saoirse woke to the smell of wet dog as Ardal nudged his cold nose in the crux of her neck and then licked her face. “Get off, get off…” Saoirse muttered as she pushed the fluffy bulk of Ardal away. He whimpered and stumbled and she sighed at the sound. Her head was pounding from …

Forlorn Part III

Brigid woke with a start. Her body tensed immediately as her eyes flew open. She attempted to move her arms but the solid feeling of chains attached to her wrists sent her body into shivers of panic. The room was dark and she lay on cold, wet stone. Pulling against the chains, she screamed for …

Forlorn- Part II

Down through the well-worn mountain paths, Saoirse picked through patches of wild autumn flowers scouring for herbs and seeds and whatever else she could find in the heavy mist. Ardal wandered close by and searched under fallen logs and rocky outcroppings for game to chase.  The sun was a faint glimmer in the sky, barely …