In 1917, two cousins Frances Griffiths and Elsie Wright were playing by a stream. This was despite the protestations of Elsie’s mother who later scolded them for tracking mud into the family abode. The girls insisted they played by the stream due to the fairies that...
Picture this: it’s New York, 1842. You’re lining up to see the latest fad from America’s greatest showman, P. T. Barnum. You watch as he takes pride of place at the front of Barnum’s American museum. Despite his lack of likeness to Hugh Jackman (whoever that is), you...
“So, we’re in agreeance?” I asked, sliding the coin purse towards her. “The duke’s son cannot inherit his father’s land. He must disappear.” She sat across the table from me, leaning away from the candlelight. Her eyes caught the small dancing flame as a cat’s does. I...
