Wolf

  Snow covered the town, and murmurs. Unease, downcast eyes, a rumour you were back in the holding where the song thrush is mute, where a path spills like yarn…

Hamrammr

  Úlfhéðnar in my wolf-skin, I am smuggled beneath this fearsome hide. Sneaksome, bristlepad varúlfur, I must stay concealed, keep my woman-ness below the scenting of the men. They would…

Les Très Riches Heures du duc de Berry

Gilfaethwy

  The pirate is part magician and part thief. With all the gauze and white tape, I know the left side of his face better than the right side. Pirates,…