Status Updates From The Hill in the Dark Grove:...

The description of Mari Lwyd from a child's perspective... why is Welsh folklore so fucked up i love it. Ya there's a ginormous animated horse skull singing at the door and it wants to come in and rob you and the only way to deter it is to sing back. Hello

“ Beyond, the night was lingering. How curious it was, she thought, that some nights - for no reason you could put your finger on- something about the darkness made your hackles rise. Broomstick nights, her granny used to call them.”

“He wondered how much kinder all humanity would be if any day the rich and powerful might find themselves the lowest of the low, and those they used to trample suddenly in charge.”