Our Non-Fiction

What Time is it?    by Sue Gardner

Once, if a vagrant had shouted at me across the street I would have kept walking. When this particular vagrant yelled at me to ask the time, I crossed the road to tell him. But now I was a Crisis volunteer, accustomed to communicating with the homeless.
Ricky's shout disturbed my reverie that night. I should have been elsewhere; instead I was returning home from hospital having injured my hand in a fall, annoyed to have missed my evening out. I told him it was 9 o'clock. He said, 'Is that morning or evening?'   Read more

Vanishing Tricks of a Goddess   by Imogen Rhia Herrad

I should like you to meet someone. She is rather old (ancient, in fact) but a fascinating woman still. She�s not a lady - no, I wouldn�t call her that. She has been known - at various points during her long life - as a goddess, a healer, an enchantress, a fairy, a witch.
Her name? Morgen, Morgue, Morgaine, Margan, Morgane la F�e, Fata Morgana. Morgan le Fay. The one thing we can be virtually certain of is that she never existed...    Read more

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