In the dusky predawn, the Carnival changes. The rides speed up. The music turns frantic, and the dancers match the pace. Fairies, earlier drifting and enjoying the sights, clear the rows between tents and stalls as a new crowd strides the carnival grounds ( Read more... )

The mist still surrounds the wood, not clearing for a bit, making it impossible to see too far in front of you, but not so thick as to make it difficult to walk through. It's more ambiance than anything. Walk too far from the starting point at the arch and you may hear the occasional growl, a twig crack, and, occasionally a child's laughter.

The ( Read more... )

Murphy is out walking around the barracks when she veers inexplicably and almost involuntarily toward the center of the compound.

The oak tree rears up dozens of feet overhead, its branches rustling innocuously in the midday breeze. It feels like spring; yesterday it felt like autumn. The seesaw of seasons is starting to give her a cold, she's ( Read more... )