by Sara C. Snider | Sep 30, 2016 | Hazel and Holly
Previous: Milled Messages, Part One “Time for what?” Hemlock asked. Hazel stared at the paper as a cold veil of realization settled over her. “It’s time to meet.” “Who?” “My father,” she whispered. “How do you know?” Hazel...
by Sara C. Snider | Sep 27, 2016 | Life
I’ve been slacking with the blog. Other than keeping up with Hazel and Holly (which is a challenge unto itself), my ideas for blog posts have been rather few and muddly. Or they require a certain amount of research, which I delude myself into thinking I have time for,...
by Sara C. Snider | Sep 23, 2016 | Hazel and Holly
Previous: Through the Keyhole, Part Two Holly ran over to Hawthorn as he lay on the ground. She fell to her knees and scrabbled at his coat and gently patted his cheek. “Hawthorn? Wake up. Please, wake up.” She looked up at Hemlock, who had also...
by Sara C. Snider | Sep 16, 2016 | Hazel and Holly
Previous: Through the Keyhole, Part One “She’s lost it,” Holly said as Hemlock gently led her across the main room. “Her mind’s finally snapped and she’s gone the wrong way ’round the bend.” They reached the door and...
by Sara C. Snider | Sep 9, 2016 | Hazel and Holly
Previous: Chester’s Field Day Just as Hawthorn let down his crystalline wall and retrieved his jacket, a carriage came rattling down the road behind them, headed their way. The carriage slowed as it approached and Tum scowled down at them from his perch...
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