by Sara C. Snider | Oct 14, 2016 | Hazel and Holly
Previous: Cats and Contemplation Holly. Holly grinned and sipped her tea. She sat at their little kitchen table at home, seated across a squirrel twice her size. “It’s all rubbish, you know,” she said. “Gathering acorns for winter is one...
by Sara C. Snider | Oct 7, 2016 | Hazel and Holly
Previous: Milled Messages, Part Two They made it back to Sarnum the afternoon of the following day. They had all slept fitfully in the carriage, and everyone was exhausted. They didn’t return to the Backwards Buck, though. Hawthorn directed them to a...
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...
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