“The Snow Child” by Angela Carter
Midwinter — invincible, immaculate. The Count and his wife go riding, he on a grey mare and she on a black one, she wrapped in the glittering pelts of black foxes; and she wore high, Read on →
The Count & Countess
Long before the Count and the Countess rode their horses through the high, glittering drifts of the northern waste, they were the architects of a silent war at the heart of Germonia’s royal court. Germonia Read on →