Tag: folk

The snow falls gently but already lies thick on the road between the forest and the winding river as the man heads to town for a night of

The mist lies perpetually thick around Black Hill Farm in the county of Shropshire, home to Captain John Lye, a veteran of the English Civil War which saw

In a wooden hut deep in the Alps, Albrun and her mother hide themselves from the dark and from the other villagers; trudging through the snow and collecting

In the deep wilds of Columbia, through the mountains and past the forest filled with the bones of the animals which have died there, their decaying bodies scavenged,

The water of the lake still beneath the morning mist rising to the trees, the forest seems endless, at its shadowed heart the perfect grounds of Mabon Hall,

With high voltage power lines snaking high above the dirt tracks, the old and the new run parallel but are separated by a distance beyond reach, the world

In the fields beyond the village a kratt goes about its business, a spinning tripedal totem of bone, branch and blade in search of its quarry, tied to

Lost in the mist, their ship sunk after crashing on the rocks and their thirteen missing crewmates presumed drowned, the only three survivors of the disaster are Oliver

She did not know that she was a witch when she was married yet they say she was born that way; or was she simply born a woman,

The surface of the lake is placid, the clear water inviting; what lies beneath is another story, one with its roots in the Slavic folklore of the Rusalka,