“What Can the Harvest Hope for but the Care of the Reaper Man.”
I forget when I first read the words that are the title of this post. I know it was a …
I forget when I first read the words that are the title of this post. I know it was a …
Back, may years ago, I was a “Troll.” Now, believe it or not, there are many kinds of trolls on …
Touch is so much of living experience. It’s not much different for the Dead. Hel’s hands roamed me, slowly, just …
“Helsen,” I said, “Son of Hel.” Looking at the novel I wrote felling something on the edge of thought. The …
“I don’t want to do this in the dark,” Hel said firmly. “Are you sure?” I asked, trailing my fingers …
Two years ago today, I took my dedication to Hel, Goddess of Death. It’s really hard to believe that it …
“You’d think an Irish party would have more Irish music,” Hel said, glancing about the ballroom with boredom. “You’d …
Hel stroked my hair as I cried into my pillow. “Why?” I asked softly, “Why did she have to leave …
“Do you know who I am?” the woman asked, her bi-colored skin offset by the lilac blue of her dress. …
“I really could use a scarf,” I said, huddled in my coat. Hel laughed and flicked one of the horns …
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