Just a girl who walks dogs and hangs out in cemeteries. Stay feral, y'all.
In a city that never slept, there was one woman who had been awake longer than almost everyone in it. Her name was Lenora Vale, although it had not always been. Over the centuries she had answered to Lenora, Leonora, Eleanor, Nora, and once, during a particularly inconvenient decade in France, Madame Valois. Names changed.... Continue Reading →
The sea had always given something back. Sometimes it was driftwood, bleached white and smooth after years beneath the waves. Sometimes it was sea glass, cloudy green fragments polished until their sharp edges disappeared. After storms, the women of Blackwater Island walked the shoreline collecting whatever the ocean had surrendered during the night - shells,... Continue Reading →
Samodiva - The Siren of Bulgarian Folklore
