K.D. DOWER

Short Stories

A nest full of indiscriminate trinkets, each as unique and forgettable as the next. But for the Magpie, it’s never enough.

The Princess of Light is tending to her garden one evening when she hears the mournful lullaby of The Little Dark One floating through the trees; the blackness consumes the world around her, but she longs to hear more.

Conor sits alone in a dock, when a mysterious boatman beckons him aboard.

“I’ve got nowhere to be.” Conor says.

“Then what difference does it make?” Came the response, “we’ll find you somewhere.”