"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."

#MermaidMonday: the mermaid from Castro Urdiales

A Cantabric legend tells the story of a local girl and her dangerous liaison with the rocky cliffs around Castro Urdiales. Hers is a tale of freedom lost and regained, and her fate is said to be connected to a cursed (or blessed) mother-of-pearl mirror. She’s this week’s feature on my Patreon.

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Fairytale Friday – The Bad Wife

A bad wife lived on the worst of terms with her husband, and never paid any attention to what he said. If her husband told her to get up early, she would lie in bed three days at a stretch; if he wanted her to

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Charlotte Riddell — The Old House in Vauxhall Walk (2)

Chapter 2 of Elizabeth Gaskell’s ghost story. Lying on the settle, with the fire burnt out, and the room in total darkness, Graham Coulton dreamed a curious dream. He thought he awoke from deep slumber to find a log smouldering away upon the hearth, and

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Charlotte Riddell — The Old House in Vauxhall Walk (1)

‘Houseless–homeless–hopeless!’ Many a one who had before him trodden that same street must have uttered the same words—the weary, the desolate, the hungry, the forsaken, the waifs and strays of struggling humanity that are always coming and going, cold, starving and miserable, over the pavements

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