Monthly Archives: March 2017

The Ogress Queen by Theodora Goss I can smell him: little Helios. He smells of cinnamon and sugar. I can smell him even though he is down in the garden, playing with a ball and his dog, whom he calls … Continue reading →

Fairy Tale by Theodora Goss You ask where you will find her. Beside the singing fountains, where orange trees are blossoming and perfuming the air; where night is like an orchard, with orange blossoms shining, and the spirit of the … Continue reading →