Although not the first to be tried for witchcraft, Joan of Navarre has the distinction of being the first English Queen to be found guilty of it. She’s today’s profile on my Patreon.

"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."
― Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows
Although not the first to be tried for witchcraft, Joan of Navarre has the distinction of being the first English Queen to be found guilty of it. She’s today’s profile on my Patreon.


I love books from this publisher: they mostly curate publications of Gothic fiction coming from the public domain, but they’re splendidly curated, translated with love, and assembled in lovely products. They’ll let you discover and rediscover gems at the very heart of our contemporary horror

An astonishing anthology of what’s being called “Arabic futurism” because, as the preface explains well, the term “science fiction” is an invention of other cultures, and it might not apply to what we’re reading here.And what is it that we’re reading here?Stories about the future,

There was a light in Simon’s room as I entered my house. A vague impulse urged me to visit him. As I opened the door of his sitting-room unannounced, he was bending, with his back toward me, over a Carcel lamp, apparently engaged in minutely

I love books from this publisher: they mostly curate publications of Gothic fiction coming from the public domain, but they’re splendidly curated, translated with love, and assembled in lovely products. They’ll let you discover and rediscover gems at the very heart of our contemporary horror

An astonishing anthology of what’s being called “Arabic futurism” because, as the preface explains well, the term “science fiction” is an invention of other cultures, and it might not apply to what we’re reading here.And what is it that we’re reading here?Stories about the future,

There was a light in Simon’s room as I entered my house. A vague impulse urged me to visit him. As I opened the door of his sitting-room unannounced, he was bending, with his back toward me, over a Carcel lamp, apparently engaged in minutely
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