Author Archives: Theodora Goss

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 →

Thorns and Briars by Theodora Goss I locked my heart in a box and put that box on a shelf high in the room of a house surrounded by thorns and briars. They parted to let me through, then closed … Continue reading →

The Words by Theodora Goss Sometimes the words decide they don’t like me anymore. They don’t want to sit next to me on the bus or hold my hand in the store — they walk behind me in the public … Continue reading →

Vivian to Merlin by Theodora Goss I called you, and you would not answer me. What power was it that trapped you in the oak? They blame me, saying I have cast a spell, but even if I had that … Continue reading →

Thumbelina by Theodora Goss Sometimes I would like to be very small so I could curl into a snail’s shell or a seashell: abalone, nautilus, even an oyster shell.  I would let the oyster cover me with layer on layer … Continue reading →

The Quiet Woman by Theodora Goss They did not notice her: they never do. She lived there many years and never said a single thing to shock them.  Pleasant, kind, and inconspicuous as the small gray mouse whose progeny the … Continue reading →