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A Butterfly’s Breath: A Fairy Fable Snippet
Up and up and up the butterfly went, until it reached the very tippy tops of the trees.
Fairy Roads and Forgotten Paths: When Victorian Travelers Feared the Otherworld
Pioneers spoke of wandering lights—will-o’-the-wisps—that danced across the plains. Some called them swamp gas, others fairy fires, but the effect was the same: men and women followed them, entranced, until they were thoroughly lost.
Corinne and the Fox
But on the morning of her eighteenth birthday, Corinne noticed something odd. The sun hung bright overhead as she collected herbs from her garden, yet no shadow pooled at her feet. She spun around, searching the ground in confusion—but where her shadow should have stretched across the dewy grass, there was nothing but light.
The Changeling’s Price
But Eilis saw the flash of fear in her mother’s eyes when the baby turned its golden gaze toward her. That evening, when this unusual creature refused to nurse and remained silent even as her mother sobbed over it, Eilis watched her father place protective herbs above the doorframes.
The Pride of Amaryllis
To most of the fairy world, Amaryllis was considered a bit… much. Too proud, too focused on presentation. She obsessed over how rose vines curved and whether snapdragons aligned in perfect color order. She was, after all, guardian of a Victorian garden—and if that didn’t require exacting standards, what did?
The Oak and the Nightingale
Her favorite place to rest was beneath a great oak tree surrounded by a fairy ring of mushrooms. She had heard the legends—that one must be careful not to fall asleep in such rings lest the Fae lead them away.