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Young Tom has always dreamed of wolves, which everyone knows don't exist. One day he goes out for a log from the woodpile, and when he returns, there is another Tom, like him, but other. Tom, Thom, this dark and compelling tale from short fiction writer K. M. Ferebee will make you reconsider what may be lurking in the forest.At the Publisher's request, this title is being sold without Digital Rights Management Software (DRM) applied.
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First published February 3, 2016
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October 17, 2019
He looks at this frail thing, his little brother. This not-quite-human bundle of limbs. He should feel love. Instead, he feels tired. Unequal to the task. Somewhere deep inside him, a twinge of dread begins.
it is entirely possible i gave this a fourth star on the strength of its "cover. " because now that i'm rereading it for review, i'm enjoying it at a high-three-star level, which is splitting hairs and a distinction that means nothing to anyone apart from me - i'm just sharing my feelings with you. and my feelings are at high-three level.
this is a changeling story with some moves i haven't encountered in my (admittedly limited) readings in changeling tales. in this one, there is no exchange; the two creatures coexist under one roof as doubles (mon semblable, mon frère!), until the "new" boy develops his own human features that are more brother than twin. he does retain a bit of his wolfish wildness
but to a diminished postwar-england family who has already suffered and lost so much, it's easy for a mother to overlook a little wildness in an adopted son.
“Would you mind so much, having a brother, just for a little bit?”
okay, i changed my mind again, because changeling stories have that effect on their readers. i have decided this is indeed a four-star-for-karen read. as i'm rereading more of it, i'm appreciating more of it, and i should just stop rereading now before i change my mind again and confuse my poor old brain.
“Do you not mind when I ask you about it?”
“Why would I mind?”
“Mum says I shouldn’t. You might be sad. That’s what she thinks.”
Thom blinks slowly. His eyes are wide, bright, foreign. He says, “I’m sad anyways.”
see, part of my "meh" was the overuse of short simple sentences:
When Tom is seven years old, he dreams of wolves. He lives by the woods. His father is dead. His mother takes in washing from the little town of Leynmouth. Washing is how we make ends meet, she says. In the mornings she washes, and she listens to the wireless. The radio reports the forecast from the North Sea.
and
Tom wonders why his mother would tell him a lie. He turns his face towards the blanket. He can hear the wolves out in the forest. Their broad paws leave prints. They let their tongues loll. They turn their bright eyes towards him.
these give the story a staccato rhythm ill-suited to fairytales, which i associate with more languid prose. but they are really only jarring at the beginning (even if it's a reread of the beginning) and as the story deepens, there are fewer instances of them, so ignore all that junk i said up there and let's talk about this instead, because good lord, this made me rapacious as a wolf myself:
He is given bread with butter and jam. He licks the seedy jam off his fingers. He is mouse-quiet; he can see his mother is thinking. He cuts more bread to toast over the fire.
The other boy comes creeping, step by shuffled step, from the hall. Out of the corner of his eye, Tom sees him, but does not react. He simply stares straight ahead at the fire. The bread gets brown and hot and smells of warm grain sweetly roasting. The other boy licks his lips. Tom ignores him. He spreads the bread with yellow butter—on any other day his mother would reprimand him for eating up all their ration—and deep-red strawberry jam. The jam and butter melt together. The other boy holds out his hand.
too hungry to review any more. just read Tadiana ✩ Night Owl☽'s review and i'm going to go build a fire and toast me some bread. there's no way this will end badly.
read it for yourself here:
http://www.tor.com/2016/02/03/tom-tho...
come to my blog!
it is entirely possible i gave this a fourth star on the strength of its "cover. " because now that i'm rereading it for review, i'm enjoying it at a high-three-star level, which is splitting hairs and a distinction that means nothing to anyone apart from me - i'm just sharing my feelings with you. and my feelings are at high-three level.
this is a changeling story with some moves i haven't encountered in my (admittedly limited) readings in changeling tales. in this one, there is no exchange; the two creatures coexist under one roof as doubles (mon semblable, mon frère!), until the "new" boy develops his own human features that are more brother than twin. he does retain a bit of his wolfish wildness
but to a diminished postwar-england family who has already suffered and lost so much, it's easy for a mother to overlook a little wildness in an adopted son.
“Would you mind so much, having a brother, just for a little bit?”
okay, i changed my mind again, because changeling stories have that effect on their readers. i have decided this is indeed a four-star-for-karen read. as i'm rereading more of it, i'm appreciating more of it, and i should just stop rereading now before i change my mind again and confuse my poor old brain.
“Do you not mind when I ask you about it?”
“Why would I mind?”
“Mum says I shouldn’t. You might be sad. That’s what she thinks.”
Thom blinks slowly. His eyes are wide, bright, foreign. He says, “I’m sad anyways.”
see, part of my "meh" was the overuse of short simple sentences:
When Tom is seven years old, he dreams of wolves. He lives by the woods. His father is dead. His mother takes in washing from the little town of Leynmouth. Washing is how we make ends meet, she says. In the mornings she washes, and she listens to the wireless. The radio reports the forecast from the North Sea.
and
Tom wonders why his mother would tell him a lie. He turns his face towards the blanket. He can hear the wolves out in the forest. Their broad paws leave prints. They let their tongues loll. They turn their bright eyes towards him.
these give the story a staccato rhythm ill-suited to fairytales, which i associate with more languid prose. but they are really only jarring at the beginning (even if it's a reread of the beginning) and as the story deepens, there are fewer instances of them, so ignore all that junk i said up there and let's talk about this instead, because good lord, this made me rapacious as a wolf myself:
He is given bread with butter and jam. He licks the seedy jam off his fingers. He is mouse-quiet; he can see his mother is thinking. He cuts more bread to toast over the fire.
The other boy comes creeping, step by shuffled step, from the hall. Out of the corner of his eye, Tom sees him, but does not react. He simply stares straight ahead at the fire. The bread gets brown and hot and smells of warm grain sweetly roasting. The other boy licks his lips. Tom ignores him. He spreads the bread with yellow butter—on any other day his mother would reprimand him for eating up all their ration—and deep-red strawberry jam. The jam and butter melt together. The other boy holds out his hand.
too hungry to review any more. just read Tadiana ✩ Night Owl☽'s review and i'm going to go build a fire and toast me some bread. there's no way this will end badly.
read it for yourself here:
http://www.tor.com/2016/02/03/tom-tho...
come to my blog!
February 8, 2016
Review initially posted on www.FantasyLiterature.com:
This is a poignant fantasy tale set in post-World War II-era England. Young Tom and his widowed mother live in a small town near the North Sea, near a dark forest, where Tom is not allowed to wander.
K.M. Ferebee’s short story has several twists on the standard changeling legends: Tom’s mother recognizes her true son, not confusing him with the changeling. Although it’s not entirely clear why, at least at first, Tom has not been taken by the “other folk” that left the changeling in his home. And the changeling, though wild in his eating habits, is quiet and withdrawn. He insists that his name is Tom as well, and Tom’s mother kindly agrees, convincing a reluctant Tom to go along with it by suggesting that the changeling be called Thom with an H. He and his mother protect Thom from superstitious and unkind villagers, and Tom and Thom grow closer. But Thom, physically, isn’t well, and Tom … still dreams of wolves.
This story has much of the same mythic feel and evocative writing as Eowyn Ivey’s The Snow Child, and a similar sense of unease and haunting ambiguity. I actually thought that this ambiguity worked better in short story form than in a full-length novel, though that may be my own personal preference at work. In any case, this is a lovely, bittersweet tale.
Art credit: "Ghost Wolf" by Mereni at Deviant Art.
This is a poignant fantasy tale set in post-World War II-era England. Young Tom and his widowed mother live in a small town near the North Sea, near a dark forest, where Tom is not allowed to wander.
The truth is that he is afraid of the forest. He dreams of wolves filling it. Fast silver wolves, loping and silent. They slope between the evergreens and birch. They pant into air grown sweet with frost. They go in packs. Their eyes are gold.When Tom complains about his dreams to his mother, she comforts him that there are no wolves in the wood, that no wolves are left in England at all, but Tom knows better. One day a wolfish shadow touches Tom outside. When he goes into his home, a changeling is sitting on his bed.
K.M. Ferebee’s short story has several twists on the standard changeling legends: Tom’s mother recognizes her true son, not confusing him with the changeling. Although it’s not entirely clear why, at least at first, Tom has not been taken by the “other folk” that left the changeling in his home. And the changeling, though wild in his eating habits, is quiet and withdrawn. He insists that his name is Tom as well, and Tom’s mother kindly agrees, convincing a reluctant Tom to go along with it by suggesting that the changeling be called Thom with an H. He and his mother protect Thom from superstitious and unkind villagers, and Tom and Thom grow closer. But Thom, physically, isn’t well, and Tom … still dreams of wolves.
This story has much of the same mythic feel and evocative writing as Eowyn Ivey’s The Snow Child, and a similar sense of unease and haunting ambiguity. I actually thought that this ambiguity worked better in short story form than in a full-length novel, though that may be my own personal preference at work. In any case, this is a lovely, bittersweet tale.
Art credit: "Ghost Wolf" by Mereni at Deviant Art.
February 9, 2016
Description: Young Tom has always dreamed of wolves, which everyone knows don’t exist. One day he goes out for a log from the woodpile, and when he returns, there is another Tom, like him, but other. This dark and compelling tale from short fiction writer K. M. Ferebee will make you reconsider what may be lurking in the forest.
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Opening: When Tom is seven years old, he dreams of wolves. He lives by the woods. His father is dead. His mother takes in washing from the little town of Leynmouth. Washing is how we make ends meet, she says. In the mornings she washes, and she listens to the wireless. The radio reports the forecast from the North Sea. News comes on after, when Tom’s mother is hanging the washing. Great white sheets shape themselves up and out into sailcloths. They rage over the thistles, the prickly sedge. Far off is the forest they wish to escape to: pines and pale beech and the bulk of yew trunks, a wall of wet-smelling woodland. A threat of further trees that the ridge line holds back. Tom wonders why the sheets want to sail to it. He marvels that the clothes-pegs can keep them contained. He runs through their coiling, sinuous caves. His mother calls, “Don’t dirty up the washing!” Tom lies in the grass, squinting happily upwards. Sometimes an aeroplane goes past, its metal body buzzing, no bigger than an insect. When his mother sees this, she looks weary, and says, “Thank God the war is done.”
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Opening: When Tom is seven years old, he dreams of wolves. He lives by the woods. His father is dead. His mother takes in washing from the little town of Leynmouth. Washing is how we make ends meet, she says. In the mornings she washes, and she listens to the wireless. The radio reports the forecast from the North Sea. News comes on after, when Tom’s mother is hanging the washing. Great white sheets shape themselves up and out into sailcloths. They rage over the thistles, the prickly sedge. Far off is the forest they wish to escape to: pines and pale beech and the bulk of yew trunks, a wall of wet-smelling woodland. A threat of further trees that the ridge line holds back. Tom wonders why the sheets want to sail to it. He marvels that the clothes-pegs can keep them contained. He runs through their coiling, sinuous caves. His mother calls, “Don’t dirty up the washing!” Tom lies in the grass, squinting happily upwards. Sometimes an aeroplane goes past, its metal body buzzing, no bigger than an insect. When his mother sees this, she looks weary, and says, “Thank God the war is done.”
February 21, 2017
A mix of supernatural and changeling folklore, with a dark touch, but a tad too hermetic/obscure for my taste.. The cover art is simply beautiful!
March 29, 2016
Whatever it is that stands behind him sighs: a long, slow, drawn-out sound of grief.
This wasn't a creepy story, so much as a tale of supernatural crunching. I can still hear the snow being stepped upon, by the "wolves", by the whatever-it-is, by Tom, by Thom. Crunching. Nothing in this ebook was what I expected. And I loved that. Primeval spirits, the others who we can no longer relate to because we are too obsessed with progress.
Sometimes an aeroplane goes past, its metal body buzzing, no bigger than an insect. When his mother sees this, she looks weary, and says, “Thank God the war is done.”
What war? Is it the future? Or just a reflection of the past? I was hooked from beginning to end and still want more.
Book Season = Winter (speaking in stories)
May 18, 2016
"Where I come from,” he says, “the Father of Lies is our favourite god. Every year there is a festival devoted to him. Everyone tells all the lies they can and their lies become more and more beautiful. At the end of the festival, the man who has told the most beautiful lies gets a gift.”
“What does he get?”
“His lies become true.”
Spooky changeling story! Tom was always taught to fear the woods. His dreams and thoughts are filled with wolves, they are his fear his fascination. He can see the paw prints in the snow and the hot breath at his back... but there are no wolves in England.
What has emerged from the woods is Toms doppelgänger. His mother names him Thom and asks Tom to treat him like a brother. Thom is allergic to iron and speaks in tales, the village fears him for the bad luck it is said follows changelings. Thom does have some magic but uses it for wonder and tells Tom of the wolves that roam in the dark places.
In changeling tales the human child is always taken, but Tom was not. As Thom grows sick in the summer Toms dreams of wolves become more vivid and he will soon have to choose...
This was another excellent dark fantasy short story from TOR.
Read it yourself: http://www.tor.com/2016/02/03/tom-tho...
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July 28, 2019I enjoyed K. M. Ferebee's short story "Thou Earth, Thou" in Lady Churchill's Rosebud Wristlet.
August 27, 2019
4/5. Lovely but mysterious - I very much liked this.
I read it for free here.
I read it for free here.
July 22, 2024
A fairy tale of a story, perfect size for such a dream-like fable about changelings, fairies, death and nature.
February 17, 2020
A Tor.com short story.
Fantastic! Someone emerges out of Tom's stark and barren cold forest, a forest possibly laden with the dangers told of Wolven beasts. Someone with the desires to exist within the mortal realm. Someone with archaic tales to be told, and knowledge of magicks unforetold in Tom's small town. Ferebee writes in a beautifully lyrical style, and 'Tom, Thom' is a tale that slowly builds in its intensity, with apprehension and heartfelt message of acceptance, and certainly drew me quickly into its enveloping world of legends and dark myths.
Fantastic! Someone emerges out of Tom's stark and barren cold forest, a forest possibly laden with the dangers told of Wolven beasts. Someone with the desires to exist within the mortal realm. Someone with archaic tales to be told, and knowledge of magicks unforetold in Tom's small town. Ferebee writes in a beautifully lyrical style, and 'Tom, Thom' is a tale that slowly builds in its intensity, with apprehension and heartfelt message of acceptance, and certainly drew me quickly into its enveloping world of legends and dark myths.
March 14, 2019
I found this to be a good spooky read that pulls from some fun mythology. My only complaint is the ending just kind of drifted off without having too much 'ramification'.
Real quick read too, so it's fun to get in on a break.
Real quick read too, so it's fun to get in on a break.
June 8, 2017
Free read can be found here:
http://www.tor.com/2016/02/03/tom-tho... .
http://www.tor.com/2016/02/03/tom-tho... .
February 5, 2019
Fascinating from the first word this short is dark and chilling, a must read for anyone who enjoys the sorts of fairy tales you might see from Neil Gaiman. This tale has grit and doesn't hesitate to show it's teeth, it is both lyrical in style and dark at the same time - giving it a mysterious and borderline sinister air.
January 5, 2018
Haunting. Beautiful. The best piece of Tor short fiction I've read thus far.
“There are no wolves,” Thom says. “Not here.”
“Do you really mean it when you say that?”
Thom looks at him. “Wolves only live in other places. Dark places. Here they’re a story to frighten you with.”
“There are no wolves,” Thom says. “Not here.”
“Do you really mean it when you say that?”
Thom looks at him. “Wolves only live in other places. Dark places. Here they’re a story to frighten you with.”
March 1, 2016
Read free @ http://www.tor.com/2016/02/03/tom-tho...
Absolutely beautiful short story, very fairy tale like quality and haunting.
Absolutely beautiful short story, very fairy tale like quality and haunting.
March 3, 2016
A fable-like short story centering around a changeling that adds something more modern to the mythology while holding on to the essential 'once upon a time..' flavour.
December 12, 2022
News comes on after, when Tom’s mother is hanging the washing. Great white sheets shape themselves up and out into sailcloths. They rage over the thistles, the prickly sedge. Far off is the forest they wish to escape to: pines and pale beech and the bulk of yew trunks, a wall of wet-smelling woodland. A threat of further trees that the ridge line holds back. Tom wonders why the sheets want to sail to it.
Stories make the soul. And it is so very hard to find a good fairytale these days.
That's all I really want to say about this one, but I see I am in the minority in thinking this lovely yarn deserves that fifth shining star, so I will make an effort to persuade. This story is a changeling tale, yes, but it is so much more. Can we ever love that which is not our own? What is a story in the face of death? How do we ever find the way home from this strange and twisted world which is and is not our own? (It's a lot of questions, I know, but all the best stories are more about the questions than the answers.)
I am going to snip a bit that meant a great deal to me, for the sake of future me's reference. But you should not bother with the spoiler tag. Instead, you should go read this little wonder for free at Tor: https://www.tor.com/2016/02/03/tom-th...
2022 Short Story Advent Calendar
Hello December! It's time for the 2022 Advent Calendar. Maybe this year I'll actually manage to finish it. I learned from my experiment last year that reading from multiple collections does not work for me, so I'm trying to clean up some free standing short stories this year, and I have a lot of Tor shorts to go. Perhaps a few other things. One short story every day through Christmas Eve, and I will update links as I go. (I am traveling for Christmas, and I may post a few early right before the holiday. Or late. And I may go through New Year's Eve. Anything could happen!)
12/01/22: Yiwu
12/02/22: With Her Eyes
12/05/22: Red as Blood and White as Bone
12/05/22: Cold Fires
12/05/22: Judge Dee and the Limits of the Law
12/08/22: Judge Dee and the Three Deaths of Count Werdenfels
12/08/22: Judge Dee and the Poisoner of Montmartre
12/08/22: Seven Vampires
(All right, so I'm objectively bad at getting these done daily right now. But there WILL be 24 stories!)
12/08/22: Judge Dee and the Mystery of the Missing Manuscript
12/12/22: Tom, Thom
Stories make the soul. And it is so very hard to find a good fairytale these days.
That's all I really want to say about this one, but I see I am in the minority in thinking this lovely yarn deserves that fifth shining star, so I will make an effort to persuade. This story is a changeling tale, yes, but it is so much more. Can we ever love that which is not our own? What is a story in the face of death? How do we ever find the way home from this strange and twisted world which is and is not our own? (It's a lot of questions, I know, but all the best stories are more about the questions than the answers.)
I am going to snip a bit that meant a great deal to me, for the sake of future me's reference. But you should not bother with the spoiler tag. Instead, you should go read this little wonder for free at Tor: https://www.tor.com/2016/02/03/tom-th...
2022 Short Story Advent Calendar
Hello December! It's time for the 2022 Advent Calendar. Maybe this year I'll actually manage to finish it. I learned from my experiment last year that reading from multiple collections does not work for me, so I'm trying to clean up some free standing short stories this year, and I have a lot of Tor shorts to go. Perhaps a few other things. One short story every day through Christmas Eve, and I will update links as I go. (I am traveling for Christmas, and I may post a few early right before the holiday. Or late. And I may go through New Year's Eve. Anything could happen!)
12/01/22: Yiwu
12/02/22: With Her Eyes
12/05/22: Red as Blood and White as Bone
12/05/22: Cold Fires
12/05/22: Judge Dee and the Limits of the Law
12/08/22: Judge Dee and the Three Deaths of Count Werdenfels
12/08/22: Judge Dee and the Poisoner of Montmartre
12/08/22: Seven Vampires
(All right, so I'm objectively bad at getting these done daily right now. But there WILL be 24 stories!)
12/08/22: Judge Dee and the Mystery of the Missing Manuscript
12/12/22: Tom, Thom
November 19, 2018
Very atmospheric tale that really embraced both what winter can be (at least in England) and the intersection of the world of faerie and the modern world (or at least the modern around what the middle of the 20th century). It tells the tale of Tom and to a lesser extent his mother, who live by themselves (the father having died, perhaps in the war) on the edge of some woodland. Tom dreams of wolves in the forest, though his mom tells him repeatedly there are no wolves in all of England, let alone those woods.
Their life, while a bit hard under rationing and Tom not quite growing like a normal boy owing to their diet, is their own until a new person joins their household, a little boy who, having come into the household first one wintry evening, Tom’s mom thought was in fact Tom. Soon enough she in surprisingly good stride decides it is another boy and feeds him and lets him sleep in Tom’s bed with him. Dubbed Thom (sharing Tom’s name just as he share’s Tom’s meals and his bed) he soon starts to look a bit different from Tom (though Tom to his credit always wondered why his mom thought they appeared identical to her). Sadly, the rest of the town is not so accepting as Tom and his mother.
I don’t want to say a whole lot more about the story. It is structured as a novella, with a beginning, middle, and end, though in the manner of many short stories the ending is rather ambiguous and while emotional and affecting lacks a bit in the resolution department (though was enjoyable). At times it felt like something real, like a boy describing growing up in postwar Britain, coming to terms with a strange new person in his life, and at times it felt like a fairy tale as we learned more about this new visitor and eventually housemate and the land he came from.
The imagery was good, the author describing not only the weather and land and birds of winter but how they looked with a touch of the fantastic and supernatural and the old ways to them. At first the writing seemed a little choppy with short sentences but it wasn’t long at all until it grew on me. The pacing was always excellent and overall the story was good take on a type of faerie I don’t often see dealt with, certainly not in this matter.
Their life, while a bit hard under rationing and Tom not quite growing like a normal boy owing to their diet, is their own until a new person joins their household, a little boy who, having come into the household first one wintry evening, Tom’s mom thought was in fact Tom. Soon enough she in surprisingly good stride decides it is another boy and feeds him and lets him sleep in Tom’s bed with him. Dubbed Thom (sharing Tom’s name just as he share’s Tom’s meals and his bed) he soon starts to look a bit different from Tom (though Tom to his credit always wondered why his mom thought they appeared identical to her). Sadly, the rest of the town is not so accepting as Tom and his mother.
I don’t want to say a whole lot more about the story. It is structured as a novella, with a beginning, middle, and end, though in the manner of many short stories the ending is rather ambiguous and while emotional and affecting lacks a bit in the resolution department (though was enjoyable). At times it felt like something real, like a boy describing growing up in postwar Britain, coming to terms with a strange new person in his life, and at times it felt like a fairy tale as we learned more about this new visitor and eventually housemate and the land he came from.
The imagery was good, the author describing not only the weather and land and birds of winter but how they looked with a touch of the fantastic and supernatural and the old ways to them. At first the writing seemed a little choppy with short sentences but it wasn’t long at all until it grew on me. The pacing was always excellent and overall the story was good take on a type of faerie I don’t often see dealt with, certainly not in this matter.
October 29, 2025
I stumbled into this short story while looking for content to recommend in my newsletter. (This year, I've done themes each month, and the theme for November will be "wolves.")
This short piece has such a distinct style and voice. I was totally hooked by the prose, especially Thom's haunting little stories. As a whole, it's subtle and strange and truly lovely. I think there are hints of coming of age and loss of innocence in Tom's journey, but all done with such a light touch that the whole thing stays its own folktale.
I'm so glad to have found it!
This short piece has such a distinct style and voice. I was totally hooked by the prose, especially Thom's haunting little stories. As a whole, it's subtle and strange and truly lovely. I think there are hints of coming of age and loss of innocence in Tom's journey, but all done with such a light touch that the whole thing stays its own folktale.
I'm so glad to have found it!
October 23, 2016
Young Tom is being raised by his mother, a widow because of the big war, working hard washing clothes to support her family. He is afraid of wolves, which everyone knows do not exist anymore in England. One day he goes out for a log from the woodpile, and when he returns, there is another Tom, like him, but other. Was this other Thom left behind by the faerie folk? But if so, why didn't they take the real one? An interesting story, with a little disappointing conclusion.
June 5, 2023
dark fantasy is SO good 😩😩😩
thom was so creepy at first but his strangeness became so endearing, and the brotherly relationship was so nice... why DIDNT they take tom?? i still have so many questions, and what was that ending?????? i wanted to know more sjdhfksjd
but the prose is SO good and so are the little myths and stories
thom was so creepy at first but his strangeness became so endearing, and the brotherly relationship was so nice... why DIDNT they take tom?? i still have so many questions, and what was that ending?????? i wanted to know more sjdhfksjd
but the prose is SO good and so are the little myths and stories
October 17, 2019
Una historia super corta que ofrece un cambio a las típicas historias de los Changeling o niños cambiados.
Disfruté la relación tan fraternal que establecen los dos niños y las pequeñas historias que cuenta Thom.
El final es inesperado.
Disfruté la relación tan fraternal que establecen los dos niños y las pequeñas historias que cuenta Thom.
El final es inesperado.
September 17, 2020
Really good story about what happens when the whole changeling thing goes wrong. Spooky.
April 13, 2016
A beautiful, mysterious, dark story. A real gem.
Read at Tor.com, recommended.
Gorgeous black/white drawing.
Ancient fairy tale feel to this story. Loved fairy tales when I was a kid, especially the scary ones ;-)
A trip down memory lane sort of...
Love Tor.com by the way, really good site, great short stories to read online.
You can find this great story here: http://www.tor.com/2016/02/03/tom-tho...
Young Tom has always dreamed of wolves, which everyone knows don’t exist. One day he goes out for a log from the woodpile, and when he returns, there is another Tom, like him, but other. This dark and compelling tale from short fiction writer K. M. Ferebee will make you reconsider what may be lurking in the forest....
Read at Tor.com, recommended.
Gorgeous black/white drawing.
Ancient fairy tale feel to this story. Loved fairy tales when I was a kid, especially the scary ones ;-)
A trip down memory lane sort of...
Love Tor.com by the way, really good site, great short stories to read online.
You can find this great story here: http://www.tor.com/2016/02/03/tom-tho...
Young Tom has always dreamed of wolves, which everyone knows don’t exist. One day he goes out for a log from the woodpile, and when he returns, there is another Tom, like him, but other. This dark and compelling tale from short fiction writer K. M. Ferebee will make you reconsider what may be lurking in the forest....
March 22, 2016
What a great short story. The writing was beautiful, majikal, and it was a melancholy love between myself and this story. The story is of a boy, and the fey that left behind a changeling, but did not take the the boy. As the changeling grew, and then sickened to die, the boy became something other than himself.
July 17, 2017
I adored this short story and the cover is incredible! I love fairy tales and legends so this was well and truly perfect for my style.
Such stunning, vivid imagery. It reminded me of Gaiman's writing throughout, beautiful and terrifying all at the same time.
Find 10 minutes in your day to read this: http://bit.ly/1Rgijv9
Such stunning, vivid imagery. It reminded me of Gaiman's writing throughout, beautiful and terrifying all at the same time.
Find 10 minutes in your day to read this: http://bit.ly/1Rgijv9
May 20, 2016
very interesting changeling story where the boys both exist instead of one taking the others form (?)
i'm sort of hazy on the changeling format
love the creepy cover and the story of The Father of Lies
3.5 stars
i'm sort of hazy on the changeling format
love the creepy cover and the story of The Father of Lies
3.5 stars
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February 4, 2016Exactly what you want from a Ferebee story. Splendid.
February 4, 2016
Loved it. Always a sucker for a fairytale.
February 6, 2016
This is a little dark and s little sad. Not bad. Took longer than expected to get through so I had to split it between two mornings.
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