A cozy dark fantasy to pair with a mug of mulled cider.
Two roads diverged in a blooded wood, yet Her heart-burl lain cross both.
An uncommon, intimate look at fantasy: to see not the forest nor even a lone tree, but the ongoings of a solitary, seasoned branch. A delightful weave of writing that steadfastly veils the outside until hollowed interior is permitted to endure no longer.
Beautifully occupies the seemingly unexplored and passed over space that lies between our increasingly dystopian present and the shining grittiness of a cyberpunk future. Every story stands on their lonesome ,and yet, are clearly integrated into a greater gestalt of shared humanity more than any installed chrome.
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“The Beast of Longyearbyen” is a personal favorite.
So much of a favorite that I had mind to composite a song for it. As Gévaudan, so Longyearbyen.