26th August 2019
At the word Fymm, the dog sat up, his velvety-brown eyes shining in the firelight. His short tail thumped on the paving, and from the shadows strode the tallest and strangest woman I had ever seen.
The tangled wreath of ivy on her wild green hair brushed against the swags of yew hanging from the roof. Darting in and out of the heavy, bell-shaped bunches of mistletoe, growing on the surface of her cloak, were a flock of blackbirds pecking furiously at the sticky, poisonous berries. Her long hair was alive with scuttling harvest mice, busily weaving strands of mistletoe into small round nests, but it was her waxy, emerald green skin, glowing in the firelight, that shocked me the most…
(illustrations in Thin Time are the work of artist Sophie Corness)Back to News