NIGHTFOREST, by Andrew Stockton   There are parts of forests, As there are parts of minds, In which it is foolish to tread.   The horseman, strangely attired, a traveller’s smell, not knowing this land, reigned his anxious horse to a standstill. Above, colour bled from the sky: like a tired eye, its sallowness darkened […]

THE NORTHMAN’S DAUGHTER, by Joshua Hampton   Ever since my hair could take a braid, my dah showed me of swords and shields and spears sharp as dragons’ tails,