Margo Lanagan is one of my favorite authors, so you could have seen this post coming, but I decided to post it today because it’s her birthday. Happy birthday Margo!
My insane love for anthologies can be easily explained by the fact that I love the short story form, and by the fact that I love various accounts on a certain topic, in this case fairies.
Ethel took her hand. ‘You’re a good friend Alvie. Even without all the magic.’ Alvie squeezed back. ’You are too, Ethel. Even without the arm.’ The older woman’s eyes watered just a bit. ‘I think that, today that’s something I needed to hear’.
Jane, as we mentioned earlier, loved books. There was nothing she relished more than the weight of a hefty tome in her hands, each beautiful volume of knowledge as rare and wonderful and fascinating as the last.
I’ve loved fairy tales and folktales since childhood, so I’ve read most of these stories, both the best and the worst, and the most known ones in their original, gruesome versions. Having so many to choose from, it’s obviously not an easy task to pick them through and chose ‘the best ones’.
Any decent human being, witch or otherwise, has the capacity to do good in this world. It’s merely a case of whether one chooses to do so.
It is said that far from the world of man, lies a cruel and mysterious forest. It lures in lost travelers with the promise of safety, only to devour them for all eternity.