The Witch Who Borrowed Tomorrow

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 →

The Apothecary Beneath the City

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 →

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