Author Archives: Theodora Goss

Christmas Night by Theodora Goss In the cold, dark night, a woman is giving birth. She is young and beautiful, not much more than a child herself, and all the stars are looking down to watch this event, the most … Continue reading →

The Haunting by Theodora Goss Since you have gone away, I seem to see your face in all the places that I knew before we met. A wind blows through the birches, stirring their leaves, the color of your eyes. … Continue reading →

Your Letters by Theodora Goss You said you write me letters in your head. Of course I never read them: they’re addressed to her, the other me who also lives inside your head, more perfect than I could be, prettier, … Continue reading →

What the Ogre Said by Theodora Goss Call to the willow, the willow replies: the little frogs’ eyes watch you, my darling, beneath the gray skies, watch from the hollow, liquid and yellow, like jonquils, all guarding my own pretty … Continue reading →

Advice to a Daughter by Theodora Goss The moon’s the mistress for you: bind up your long brown hair, and enter into her workshop, and learn her dark technique. Learn to alter and falter and fatten, week to week; learn … Continue reading →

Guinevere in Prison by Theodora Goss She clasped her hands, and she unclasped her hands. She stood up, and she sat back down again. She sighed and pushed back copper-colored strands of hair, and sighed and listened to the rain. … Continue reading →

In the Snow Queen’s Castle by Theodora Goss I. Kay Kay waits in the castle of ice, sitting at the center of a lake made of ice, surrounded by the pieces of a puzzle also made of ice — everything … Continue reading →