My mother, such as she was, will be remembered as virtuous and saintly, for that is the mask she showed the world. In truth, the Lady Igraine was, at her best, a witch, and her very worst, a whore. She desired Uther Pendragon’s body, handsome and lean as he was, and, beyond…

High above the world, she slept. The SS Thorny Castle, circling the skies with its single passenger. A girl of…

Shakespeare has been outside my window for the past three nights. It’s rather annoying actually. He’s far too fond of composing sonnets…

“Isn’t she just the epitome of style?” asked Ermentrude, gazing at the subject of her devotional.

Adriana Newbroke, née diLusi, the Diva of Verona, died on the 21st day of January, in the Year of Our Lord 1833. The Italian beauty lay gasping for breath on blood-spattered sheets, her last great performance. One final, agonising cry and her swan song was concluded. They…

Leila found the rabbit hole by the great oak tree. As she approached it, it widened, and the girlish curiosity she thought she had…