Read ten stories over ten weeks, exploring a new world in each story
Or catch up on Vol. 1: Fairytales for Grown-Ups.
Every night, they fought in the skies. At first, the people below thought that the bursts of light were stars shooting closer than ever before, or planets spinning near enough to threaten them. The sparks would clash and fly above them without sound, fizzling out before reaching the ground, and the people eventually decided that whoever it was—stars, aliens, planets, gods—they were battling in the night skies above the land. ➤
At the edge of the town of Moorwick was the lake. There was always mist on the lake. It didn’t matter if it was hot or cold: the fog always roiled fast across the surface like steam over a pot of soup. Sometimes it got into the town. When it came up out of the water it was still and heavy and you could feel it sticking to your skin. But every once in a while, on a clear night when the moon was full, the mist parted and you could see the island. ➤