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Deep in Canada's Northwest Territories, where the mighty Mackenzie River winds through an unforgiving landscape of dense forests, frozen waterways, and seemingly endless wilderness, an extraordinary ghost story has survived for more than 160 years. It is a tale of death, an unusual final journey, and a mysterious presence that appeared determined to protect the... Continue Reading →
Deep in the desert of southern New Mexico lies a landscape unlike almost anywhere else in North America. Thousands of acres of brilliant white gypsum sand stretch across the Tularosa Basin, creating an extraordinary wilderness of rolling dunes, shifting shadows, and seemingly endless horizons. During the day, the sand glitters beneath the desert sun, but... Continue Reading →
Deep in the heart of Norway, surrounded by mountains, forests, and picturesque villages, lies Lake Mjøsa, the country's largest lake. Its waters have witnessed centuries of history, from the journeys of medieval travellers to the changing fortunes of Norwegian communities. But beneath its peaceful surface, according to an old and haunting legend, rests a church... Continue Reading →
Matilda Thistlewick had survived one hundred and forty-three years without causing a major magical catastrophe, which was impressive considering she had once accidentally turned her landlord into a decorative garden fountain. In her defence, he had been standing rather close to the begonias. She had also transformed an entire wedding cake into a flock of... Continue Reading →
The Final Chapter: The Last Second of Forever Isolde Ashbourne had lived through more than four centuries of history, yet nothing in all her travels had prepared her for the extraordinary cruelty of falling in love with someone she had already lost. When she first met Lucian in the summer of 1743, she knew him... Continue Reading →
Part One The first time Isolde Ashbourne travelled through time, she was twenty-seven years old, standing barefoot in a circle of salt beneath a blood-red moon, and absolutely certain she was about to die. She had been born in 1590, in a small English village surrounded by ancient woodland, where the trees grew so close... Continue Reading →
Claire Morgan had spent years studying crime. She had a degree in criminology, shelves filled with books about criminal investigations, and an almost embarrassing ability to identify obscure murder cases within three clues. Her friends joked that if they ever disappeared, Claire was the person they wanted looking for them. At five-foot-two and barely over... Continue Reading →
The first thing Melinda noticed was the blue door. It shouldn't have been blue. She had lived across from Mrs. Bell's house for eleven years, and the front door had always been red. Not burgundy. Not faded crimson. Red. Mrs. Bell had once joked that she kept it that colour so she could find her... Continue Reading →
Everyone in the village knew not to follow music into the hills. Children were taught it before they were old enough to understand why. Never step inside a ring of mushrooms after sunset. Never eat food offered beneath a hawthorn tree. Never answer when someone calls your name from an empty field. And above all,... Continue Reading →
Long before cheerful little men in red hats began appearing beside garden ponds and flower beds, European folklore imagined something considerably stranger living beneath the ground. They were small, secretive beings connected to the earth and the riches hidden inside it. They knew places human beings could not reach. They moved through stone, guarded underground... Continue Reading →
