short story: celestia pearl and the glass fairy

Celestia Pearl was made of rags and scraps. Her strings were frayed, her limbs were splintered. Her winter white hair was matted and knotted on top of her head, glistening like frost from old spilt glitter. Her grey-white dress was stained and threadbare and there were holes in her striped tights. From her perch on [...]

short story – coffee cups and daggers

Liska If you don’t want blood stains on your coffee cups, then don’t come to my café. I’m not saying it happens often, but if you get the mug with the red painted roses… Well, you’ve been warned. If they knew, my customers might say I make a mean cup of coffee for a faerie. [...]