This is the way she knew he was gone: The door was open. His boots were missing. The cage where he kept a hawk was empty. He’d never said a word. The night before he went missing he’d gathered the...

Courage Tea

 “They mixed henna with limes, roses, tea, and eucalyptus and let it simmer overnight, for henna’s hue reflects the strength of love of a woman for a man, the thicker and deeper the color, the more genuine the love....
Every time my writing gets stuck, I ask myself, “How would Scheherazade get out of this?” Of course, she would know what to do. That’s how she survived for 1,001 nights and beyond: by knowing when to add to a...
Terry Dresbach Diana Gabaldon as Iona MacTavish Outlander Faerie Magazine

Dressed to Thrill

Should you encounter Terry Dresbach at Thru the Stones in late November, billed as “the first and largest Outlander convention in the Central United States,” you’ll most likely be charmed by her great enthusiasm and warmth, her wide smile, that...
• Your extra money goes to bath bombs, bath soaps, and perfumes. • As a child, you practiced pressing your legs and feet together as hard as you could, hoping to fuse them into a tail. • The Shape of Water...
Rasputina’s formidable back catalog is like an old history library, the tiered kind, with sliding ladders, stained-glass windows, and oiled wood, where gilt-embossed titles catch the late-afternoon sunlight glinting from leather spines. Yet when these library books are opened,...
We found Ellen Evert Hopman's Scottish Herbs and Fairy Lore to be an invaluable resource as we prepared our Outlander issue, which is chock full of herbal magic and medicine, and recently asked her a few questions. Here are her luminous answers: Can you tell...
Article from the Medieval Issue #41 Print // Digital Ah, young courtly love, the all-consuming, not-quite platonic, and entirely effusive adoration of a medieval knight for his liege’s wife. The troubadours, poets, and storytellers of the era invented the idea of an honorable knight’s almost...
PHOTOGRAPHY BY SARAH CHISHOLM PHOTOGRAPHY I am a forest dweller. A child of dark, shadowy trees dripping in moss, and at home along the creek side, where elves mingle with the deer among the sword fern. It is within this protective bower...

Girl With Cloven Feet

Article taken from Issue #36 || Autumn 2016 Print || Digital A hunger for green things| starts in the toes, lingers at the hedges on deersoft steps. She waits for nightcover to track past clover and henbit, to garden lettuces and parsley and strips them down to topsoil. The hunger for...