The Midnight Garden — Chapter 6 of 12. New to the serial? Start with Chapter 1. This is a work of fiction intended for adult readers. Chapter Six: Martinmas For four nights they did not speak of it, and the garden watched them not speak of it, and grew impatient. Callan spent the days like…
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The Midnight Garden — Chapter 5 of 12. New to the serial? Start with Chapter 1. This is a work of fiction intended for adult readers. Chapter Five: The Waking The rose said his name every night now. Not loudly. That was the unbearable part. It said it the way a sleeper says a name…
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The Midnight Garden — Chapter 4 of 12. New to the serial? Start with Chapter 1. This is a work of fiction intended for adult readers. Chapter Four: The Promise It was a rose. Of course it was a rose. By the third night it stood knee-high in the bare black earth of the north…
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The Midnight Garden — Chapter 3 of 12. New to the serial? Start with Chapter 1. This is a work of fiction intended for adult readers. Chapter Three: The Tithe October ended, and Elara did not. That was how she had begun to measure things — not in days but in survivals. She had survived…
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Elara returns to the walled garden with an offering — and learns its three rules from the man bound inside it for three hundred years. Chapter 2 of The Midnight Garden, a free dark fantasy serial.
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Botanist Elara Voss inherits a crumbling Highland estate — and finds a walled garden that blooms at midnight, guarded by a man who cannot leave. Chapter 1 of the serialized dark fantasy novella.
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She was offered as tribute to an immortal shadow king. What she did not expect was for him to kneel. A 4,200-word dark fantasy romance. 18+.
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The cauldron was found in a bog in County Roscommon by a farmer named Paddy Coyle, who was digging drainage ditches and expecting to find nothing more interesting than the usual complement of waterlogged timber and Bronze Age butter. What he found instead was a vessel of hammered bronze, three feet across, decorated with figures…
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Niamh Brennan did not believe in the old gods. This was ironic, given that one of them had been following her for the better part of a year. She first noticed the crow in January, perched on the railing of her balcony in Galway, watching her through the glass door with an intelligence that no…
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The map arrived on the morning of the winter solstice, wrapped in oilskin that smelled of centuries and sealed with wax the colour of an old bruise. Dr. Linnea Strand found it wedged beneath the door of her office at the Blackmore Institute for Cartographic Studies, which was itself wedged into a narrow Georgian building…
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