"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."
The Sjöfru is a kind of Rå, a keeper of a particular kind of land in Swedish folklore, and she presides over waterbodies, usually lakes or small scraps of the sea. Her name is usually translated as “Mistress of the Lake”, “Sea Woman” or “Lake Mare”. Technically, her saltwater counterpart should be called havsrå. We have at least one account of a guy who was burned at the stake for having sex with one of these spirits, and today we take a look at it on my Patreon.
A werewolf story by Alexandre Dumas père. Chapter XX: True to Tryst On quitting the Countess’s room, Thibault had left the castle by the way which he had described to her, and soon found himself safe beyond its walls and outside the park. And now, for
In a city that often hides its wonders behind unassuming façades, Casa degli Atellani is a palimpsest of Milan’s most profound historical, artistic, and architectural evolutions. And yet, this house — steeped in stories from the Sforza court to the 20th-century architectural revival — is
A werewolf story by Alexandre Dumas père. Chapter XIX: The Dead and the Living At the same moment that the trembling soul of the young Baron passed away, Thibault, awaking as if from an agitated sleep full of terrible dreams, sat up in his bed. He
A werewolf story by Alexandre Dumas père. Chapter XX: True to Tryst On quitting the Countess’s room, Thibault had left the castle by the way which he had described to her, and soon found himself safe beyond its walls and outside the park. And now, for
In a city that often hides its wonders behind unassuming façades, Casa degli Atellani is a palimpsest of Milan’s most profound historical, artistic, and architectural evolutions. And yet, this house — steeped in stories from the Sforza court to the 20th-century architectural revival — is
A werewolf story by Alexandre Dumas père. Chapter XIX: The Dead and the Living At the same moment that the trembling soul of the young Baron passed away, Thibault, awaking as if from an agitated sleep full of terrible dreams, sat up in his bed. He
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