The Singing Stone

“You hear it this time,” grandma whispered, our foreheads nearly touching. Her frail hands clasped over my own. Small brown spots flecked the nearly translucent skin covering her swollen knuckles. I answered the same way I had many times before, only this time I was telling the truth, “I do.” Grandma gave me a wink…

Fairy Wood Music

In a land teeming with magic, it is unwise to steal from those who wield its power. That is a lesson I learned too late. Endless hours spent in regret, I am a prisoner of my own mind and body. A mind that never sleeps, and a body that rarely wakes. My eyes flutter as…