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Enter the world Of Mist And Magic, where fairy tales are reimagined under the influence of Really Slow Motion‘s inspiring music, in this enchanting anthology of short stories. Proceeds of the Amazon exclusive ebook will be donated to Elevate Life and Art studios, an amazing youth organization in Asheville, NC.
FIRE by Amy Willoughby-Burle
THE FOURTH WISH by Crystal Collier
THE WULFING by M. Pax
PIPER by Loni Townsend
AWAKENING by Shannon Kenoyer Lawrence
THE SNAKE PRINCE by C. Lee McKenzie
FAIRY GODMOTHERS WALK AMONG US by Vidya Sury
ROOTED by Ruth Long
THE ONE-LEGGED TIN SOLDIER by Michelle Wallace
BY THE LIGHT OF STARS by Lisa Shambrook
UNTOUCHABLE by SM Blooding
HOOD by Sarah Aisling
OF DREAMS AND DARING by Samantha Redstreake Geary
Of Mist and Magic Writing Contest Winners:
CHILDREN OF WINTER AND SNOW by Hanah Goetz
THE RETURN by Djinnia
Elevate Life and Art Epic Writing Students: CINDERS & SMOKE by Jenni Camhi
MAGIC TOWER by Carter Lundgren
CELESTIAL GATE by Jeremiah Mimken
STARCHILD by Josiah Mimken
AEORIEN by James Mimken
COLLAPSING UNIVERSE by Caroline Sprenger
Cover design and images by artist Daniel Pennystone
The Wulfing now available from M. Pax Bookcessories
Excerpt, “The Wulfing”
©2014 M. Pax, all rights reserved
The last morning I would ever know broke over the horizon. Braided rugs hugged my bare feet on the way to the central hearth. I picked up a brick of tamed wulfing from the hexed chamber. The spell broke at my touch, the magic honed to my aura. I couldn’t bring myself to store the bricks in the open like my mother. I took the prudent step everyone else did in the hamlet, locking them away. Processed by the temple or not, the wulfing couldn’t be trusted. It devoured all. In a few hours, it would devour me.
“Don’t think about it. Not until it’s time,” I whispered. These last moments were mine to spend with my family.
Peeling back the spell wound around the brick, I grabbed a handful of wulfing and kneaded it between my fingers, thanking it for its blessings, asking it for forgiveness, begging it to spare all the people of the three hamlets. It shifted from a dark, foggy mush, near to the same cobalt hue as my robe, to a sapphire starburst. I tossed it at the cold coals in the hearth. The embers of flame met the flare of the morning sun.
Two more handfuls had breakfast in the pot. The rest I carefully bound in a hex and put away. On my way out of the storage chamber, I bumped into my mate. Witnessing the soft light of morning on his scrunched up face with his hair sticking out at crazy angles gave me my favorite moment of the day. It meant we were still together, that we wished to continue sharing our years.
He flung his arms around me so tightly. “My one and only, my Nerys, promise to return to our bungalow.” Terris’s breath washed over my lips and filled my soul, so hot and desperate, yet nothing like the tides of the wulfing. He shored up my courage and hope whereas the wulfing would strip all I was away.