The small community near the border of the Goblin Kingdom was a picturesque, agrarian idyll of neat stone cottages surrounded by a patchwork of fields. It was a threat to those crops that had drawn the monarchs, most of their domestic guardians and a large contingent of warm bodies eager to assist ( Read more... )

Jareth was leaning against a doorframe that looked out into one of the castle’s many gardens. Sarah was surprised to see that his hair had been restrained into a faux hawk. She joined him, placing her hands on his chest, before reaching up to run a finger over a neat braid along the side of his head. She smiled as he purred in response, before she ( Read more... )

Sarah had been sceptical about Jareth’s suggestion to introduce Ada and George to Doug as a prospective parent. Most of the times she’d encountered the man, it was when he was coping with the effects of PTSD, but she was prepared to give him the benefit of the doubt ( Read more... )

Sarah’s interactions with the neighbouring kingdoms had given her the impression that they were very homogeneous, with fae in positions of power and other races and species shoved to the sidelines ( Read more... )

The assault on the Goblin Kingdom was both more drawn out and way more boring than Sarah could have anticipated. Her summation of their attackers had painted them in a far from favourable light, but she had been much too generous in describing them as idiots to the point that she was certain she had worked with clay that showed more signs of ( Read more... )

When Sarah had arrived at the city library on her way to taking her turn reading to the children, she’d spotted Rook and Doug amid a pile of books as they discussed their latest project. After she’d finished cheerfully adulterating Above children’s stories to better suit her Underground audience, she was surprised to see the pair were still at work ( Read more... )