The Silver Pen
Welcome to The Silver Pen, the heart of my writing world. Here, every shelf holds something different: Victorian romances, fairy-tale fables, gaslamp mysteries, reflections from the forests of Montana and Yellowstone, as well as environmental articles and quiet spiritual musings and occasional book reviews, and my thoughts on being an author.
Choose your path below, and stay as long as you like. There’s always another tale waiting on the next shelf.
You'll find:
The Teacake Gazette - tales of love, mystery, and magic
Truth & Tradition - historical and factual articles in the Victorian and Edwardian eras
Notes From the Tree Line - essays on belonging, nature, and slowing down
Pagan Wellness - spiritual and magical musings and earth-based wellness
Off the Shelf - book reviews and one-off articles or stories that don’t fit elsewhere
(See below for all of my posts.)
Each post is tagged with its world or theme, from fairies and flower lore to forest walks and tarot cards.
*if you don’t like more erotic stories, avoid the tag/category *spicy*
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.
Queen Anne's Sanctuary
The first raindrop struck like a tiny stone, splattering on a broad leaf below. Bramble’s wings faltered as more droplets followed, heavy and relentless.
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.
Scene From A Maple
She wore a green dress, the color of spring grass, and tiny violet-colored slippers with gold bells on the toes. She looked down at them too, and waved.
"Oh my gosh!" they both squealed, excited to see a real live fairy. She fluttered down and smiled at the two girls.
