This letter is written on the skin of one of the water sprites who drowned your parents.”Ick!’ I cried, and dropped the letter on the kitchen table.

As cities grow and technology takes over the world belief and imagination fade away and so do we.

Welcome to the house of Gray and Graves where we never lie still and death is only the beginning …

The faery lords are immortal. Those who have songs ballads and stories written about them never die. Belief worship imagination we were born of the dreams and fears of mortals and if we are remembered...

For it is a true fact that faeries, just like people, very often find that a full belly and a good friend are all that they need to be happy.

Of course the fall semester didn’t start for another eight weeks or so. There was always a chance we were both being overly optimistic in thinking I’d be alive when it rolled around.

She loves the serene brutality of the ocean, loves the electric power she felt with each breath of wet, briny air.

There was once a young man who wished to gain his Heart’s Desire.

WEST SALEM ~ October 2011A sudden vision, fraught with malevolence and darkness, obscured her sight. The face of a menacing figure turned from the shadows of his grisly handiwork and stared at Sorcha.Her muscles tensed....

He was walking into Faerie, in search of a fallen star, with no idea how he would find the star, nor how to keep himself safe and whole as he tried. He looked back and...

There’ll be no more music, Father. But there’ll be this!” He stepped into the dark, picked up the knife, and held it under their noses. “Go home. Tell your people what you saw and heard...

When he kisses me again, the last part of me that could stand myself dies.

Who’re them?” says he to the curate.”Them are the fallen angels,” says the curate.They had a human form, no wings. God took the wings off of ’em after Lucifer rebelled – that way they couldn’t...

He wanted a faery. More than anything else in the world. He had already imagined exactly how it should happen. He would set up the invitation, and the next day there would be a petal-winged...

And there, on that road, that very minute, he started to play – the most lonesome music that them priests ever in their lives heard. It brought water out o’ their teeth, so it did.

As the last dish of confections was removed a weird pageant swept across the further end of the banqueting-room: Oberon and Titania with Robin Goodfellow and the rest, attired in silks and satins gorgeous of...

Why, you’ll be ‘changed, m’dear. We’ll just swap you for a human child who’ll make a good servant to the Band. Half Humans never work out ‘mongst the Folk. No, never do.””But–I’m half Folk too…...

Down the hill I went, and then,I forgot the ways of men,For night-scents, heady and damp and coolWakened ecstasy

I’ve told you that I’m a tricksy wight, and I am, my sweet. But there are those in the Seelie Court who would make me seem a very perfect knight.

There are some doubters even in the western villages. One woman told me last Christmas that she did not believe either in hell or in ghosts. Hell she thought was merely an invention got up...

Touch her, and I’ll freeze your testicles off and put them in a jar. Understand?

By the Hospital Lane goes the ‘Faeries Path.’ Every evening they travel from the hill to the sea, from the sea to the hill. At the sea end of their path stands a cottage. One...