Wise Child, by Monica Furlong
"I know a spell," I told Juniper when my hunger was somewhat appeased. I didn't want her to think she was the »
The Golden Bough, by James Frazer
> When a tree comes to be viewed, no longer as the body of the tree-spirit, but simply as its abode which it can quit at »
Politics and the English Language, by George Orwell
> In our time it is broadly true that political writing is bad writing. Where it is not true, it will generally be found that the »
Cathain, by Grant Lee Phillips
> Bid goddess rise, from mists of memory. »
The Second Coming, by William Butler Yeats
> Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon »