“ ‘From this night forth, shall I call this maid my sister?’ ” “That’s all the old fellow requires of me?” Landly asked Mr. Ashwhit. “I just march up to the gate, knock, and when he steps out I say those words?” Mr. Ashwhit confirmed that it was so. He continued reading from Landly’s father’s will: “ ‘Mr. […]
(fantasy short story) Lazarus Thirrup was a farmer of cabbages, and his cabbages were renowned throughout the districts north of Ib, where the farmlands are rich enough to grow cabbages the size of pumpkins. Each Samhain following the first frost, it was the custom of Lazarus Thirrup to take a barrow of cabbages to Ib, […]
(fantasy short story) Harry Fenton had a habit of arriving early at The Black Crow, at least an hour before any respectable patron could reasonably be expected to have finished his day’s work and show up for a pint and a chat. As far as Harry’s day’s work went, well, his employment was a subject […]
