Shapeshifting, mythology, vengeful incantations, power, and origins of goddesses. And of course, a dark forbidden forest. I guess I don’t need to tell you that I’m fascinated by these stories and have read a few recent takes of the old ones. A great ending . I hope there is more where that came from. Like a big ancient book with a weathered binder, the title faded beyond recognition. I want to find a cozy chair and settle in , with a new, old tale.
“Shapeshifting, mythology, vengeful incantations, power, and origins of goddesses.” That makes perfect sense! A “new, old tale.” It was fun chasing the “voice” for this one. Zero psychological investigation. It’s against every one of my instincts :-) Myths seem to operate and satisfy with a different toolkit. ❤️
A story like this doesn’t just tell itself—it reverberates, reshaping what we thought we knew. The moon now holds the weight of longing and loss, of desire turned to ash. I will never see her without hearing the howling in the dark, the echo of a sister’s fate. Thank you for this tale—it moves like myth, inevitable and eternal. Brother’s Grimm look out! Here comes Adam.
Get your Campbell on, old son. I’m on board and waiting for the next one.
(It took me a minute. I started with soup.)
Love this. I hope there are more. This is a great story to read under the covers!
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Beautiful. Thank you.
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Shapeshifting, mythology, vengeful incantations, power, and origins of goddesses. And of course, a dark forbidden forest. I guess I don’t need to tell you that I’m fascinated by these stories and have read a few recent takes of the old ones. A great ending . I hope there is more where that came from. Like a big ancient book with a weathered binder, the title faded beyond recognition. I want to find a cozy chair and settle in , with a new, old tale.
“Shapeshifting, mythology, vengeful incantations, power, and origins of goddesses.” That makes perfect sense! A “new, old tale.” It was fun chasing the “voice” for this one. Zero psychological investigation. It’s against every one of my instincts :-) Myths seem to operate and satisfy with a different toolkit. ❤️
glorious. what a gift this morning. thank you.
Oh, this is good.
A story like this doesn’t just tell itself—it reverberates, reshaping what we thought we knew. The moon now holds the weight of longing and loss, of desire turned to ash. I will never see her without hearing the howling in the dark, the echo of a sister’s fate. Thank you for this tale—it moves like myth, inevitable and eternal. Brother’s Grimm look out! Here comes Adam.
There is sadness here, and yet it was predictable