by Sara C. Snider | Oct 30, 2015 | Hazel and Holly
Previous: Dinnertime Drama, Part Two “They’re up to something,” Holly said to the young doe grazing among the herb garden at the cottage. “But they won’t tell me what it is.” She poked a needle into a skirt lying across her...
by Sara C. Snider | Oct 23, 2015 | Hazel and Holly
Previous: Dinnertime Drama, Part One Hazel sat, stiff-backed, in a plush green armchair. Holly perused the shelves of books, running a finger along the spines and she continued to munch on her figs. Hemlock cast her nervous glances, no doubt worried she might...
by Sara C. Snider | Oct 16, 2015 | Hazel and Holly
Previous: Masked Revelry, Part Two Red-faced servants carried massive bowls and platters of food into the dining room from a swinging door that Hazel assumed led to the kitchen. From beyond the door came shouts and cries, a few clanging pots, and then...
by Sara C. Snider | Oct 12, 2015 | Fairytales and Folklore
There’s a fantasy and science fiction bookstore in Stockholm I like to visit on occasion. When I do, I usually walk out with a pile of books to add to my already towering to-be-read pile, and my last visit there was no exception. Incidentally, that was the visit where...
by Sara C. Snider | Oct 9, 2015 | Hazel and Holly
Previous: Masked Revelry, Part One Hazel and Holly walked into a grand ballroom, the painted ceiling of which arced the height of two stories. Tall windows lined one end of the room, looking out over a well-kept garden illuminated with candles in glass jars...
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