Author Archives: Theodora Goss

The Mere King by Theodora Goss The mere king lives in the murk and mud, and I would rescue him if I could, but another witch cursed him long ago, and how to break it, I just don’t know. I … Continue reading →

A Wish by Theodora Goss And you, my dear, my darling, what would I wish for you? That all the stars were starlings, and all the stories true. That all the beasts that wander beneath the darkling trees would bow … Continue reading →

Another Conversation by Theodora Goss Over time, he said, as you get used to me, I will become less interesting. And he smiled, as though he had said something important, provided some insight into the operations of the world, when … Continue reading →

The Artist’s Wife by Theodora Goss She made the appointments, writing them in a black ledger: Mrs. Sutton-Jones, Countess Baransky, the Honorable Maude Rudge. She was the only one he trusted to clean the studio. He would not accept a … Continue reading →

Flower and Butterfly by Theodora Goss It was lovely while it lasted, said the flower. For an hour, I had your company. But the butterfly did not answer. She flitted away silently. There were more flowers in the field, all … Continue reading →

In the Night by Theodora Goss I wake in the middle of the night, afraid of the dark, afraid of the hours ahead, of everything but death, which somehow does not frighten me compared to the depth of the ocean, … Continue reading →

A Conversation by Theodora Goss I think of you whenever I walk by puddles, I told him. That was because he is always drawn to reflective surfaces: pools, ponds, lakes, mirrors, windows. I think he is constantly looking for, and … Continue reading →