Highgate East cemetery is one of the biggest and oldest graveyards in London. It’s split into two sides, East and West. Both sides are open to visit for a fee – but the West requires a tour, whilst the East… Continue Reading →
The Charles Dickens Museum in London is based in number 48 Doughty Street, where Dickens’ lived from 1837 to 1839. It’s where he wrote some of his most famous works including Oliver Twist and Nicholas Nickleby. It opened as a museum… Continue Reading →
Trying saying that three times fast! I just had to share with you this squee inducing find (yes I said squee) I discovered at the weekend. I have coveted many a bag from Paperchase but their prices can be a… Continue Reading →
I recently started reading Terry Pratchett’s latest book ‘Raising Steam’, with a slightly heavy heart. Not because I didn’t think I’d enjoy it, I knew I would, but because each new book brings us a bit closer to the time… Continue Reading →
The classic horror aficionados amongst you will recognise the quote above from Bram Stoker’s “Dracula”. The tattoo and the arm it sits on belong to my friend Kasi. This is her favourite line from her favourite book, and it’s now… Continue Reading →
He stepped back. Niamh was left with her boat in the middle of a ring of ghostly faces. ‘Finally you are here.’ The voice was cold and bottomless, hissing and crashing from everywhere at once. ‘Who are you?’ said Niamh…. Continue Reading →
The last thing Niamh remembered was drowning, so it came as a surprise when she woke up. At first she thought she was dreaming. The air had that strange grey sense of a dream. Or being underwater. She held up… Continue Reading →
They called her Hildegard the Wielder. At first glance, it was not easy to understand why. She was but a young woman, small and slight, with tangled dark hair and dark, knowing eyes. There was nothing out of the ordinary… Continue Reading →
Her wings hurt. Fear had pushed her to fly further than she should have. It was exhaustion that finally made her land. Now she sat on a grey tooth rock, chilled by a wind off a wide, grey lake. There… Continue Reading →
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