The Turning of the Tide

Killer-Kate and Luke Lackland: 260 words.  Yesterday's fairy-tale fragment got them flowing and making sense again.  The great raw intake of breath before the rebel howl.

(I nearly wrote 'rebel yell', before realizing the utter grotesquerie of applying that term to this cause and its temper.  One might almost as well use it of John Brown as of Golden Kate, or of Nat Turner as of Edgar-a-Moss.  The mind and gorge stage a rebellion all their own.)

Grey wolf howls in crimson gloam.
Elf-horns cry, and gods keep mum...

But the elf-horns keep as mum as the gods, and the battle must begin before our rebels are ready.

Sisters' Weird

The Princess out of Time: 480 words.  Theological discovery of the day - my Saturnists find the idea of 'eternity' somewhere between silly and blasphemous.  Their conceptualization of Faerie is... interesting: not necessarily especially insightful as a whole, but it's certainly got some illuminating new angles, and some interesting new candidates for the category.

Fairies best not irritated at your daughter's naming feast, Lesson One: Atropos.