Weekly Witch: A precocious young girl

“My mother led in the bridegroom, it was Thursday night, and the cocks were already crowing, when we got married. Mrs Siedlarka took a silk rope and gold wedding rings. Then she joined us together. There were six wax candles burning. Siedlarka said to me, do you take this man, and I said nothing and…

Guest Blog – Writing the Weird by Rosie Garland

  One of my earliest – and happiest memories – is being read to by my grandmother. I curled into her lap as she accomplished the miraculous feat of wrapping her arms around me and holding the book at the same time. Since then I have associated being read to with being hugged. My favourite…