Author
Therese Arkenberg
The Astrologer's Telling
I have loved the stars too dearly to be fearful of the night --Sarah Williams, "The Old Astronomer" They left when Behein began dying in earnest, but long before it went entirely cold. After the sky had gone dark, but before the last of the sturdy and shade-loving trees in her…
A Wizard of the Roads
He was more and more a wizard each day now. He even had a staff, tall as he was, that he had found where the tracks wound through the trees a few days back. The pale wood had strange symbols in it, like the magic wand he found in his backyard once Before. Dad had said the…
The Fosterling
�Please, leave my son!� Jain Harley didn�t reply, in part because it would do no good, in part because the boy she was dragging from the corner of the shack�s single room was obviously not the son of the sobbing woman who claimed him. She was squat and brown-skinned, he had the…