Once Raven was white, from the tip of her beak to the tip of her tail and the points of her claws. Though she was a bird of the earth, her pale colouring meant she could mingle with the spirits of the heavens; the angels and daimons of the bright…

Not everything is within our control… — ‘Hmm…’ Grandmother Fate peered across her shimmering web. ‘This story… and that story…’ She stretched out her long limbs, pulling the sticky strands together, weaving them in and out, close here, further apart there, tighter and tighter until they became a single thread. On earth they bumped into each other…

Ermaline loves the taste of human… trouble is they always fight back… — As her wings shifted ever so slightly, the great beast turned, heading for the sun. Ermaline looked down on the people miles below and wondered that something so small and insignificant could be so tasty. Damn shame they fight back, she thought, wincing at the fresh scar on her side…

Time Travel Fiction — “Ready?” Walter nodded. “Am I ever.” They approached the children playing in the yard. “Daddy’s home!” The excited squeals were well worth the gut-churning journey in the time-machine, the struggle to convince his younger self not to make those terrible choices. It took Walter time to recognise the man embracing…

For too long the humans have pushed the crab-folk off their land… tonight it’s time to claim it back. — Just found this story? Read Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, and Part 5 first. :) The crab folk gathered in the deep of the cove, and spent the day feasting on clams and snails and algae. Above the waves the afternoon wore on, as below they told…

Klaria’s shell has been damaged beyond repair. How will she ever get home again? — Just found this story? Read Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, and Part 4 first. :) There was nowhere for the crab-folk to come to shore. Klaria rowed until her arms shook under the strain, but everywhere there were signs of human habitation. …

Klaria finds her shell, but getting to it won’t be easy. — Just found this story? Read Part 1, Part 2 and Part 3 first Back at the room, Pedro snored soundly. Klaria took a moment to peer under the bed, but the fire was nothing more than hot coals, and gave out little light. …

Klaria is returning to the ocean for the first time in 25 years… but things have changed. — Just found this story? Read Part 1 and Part 2 first. :) The month passed painfully. Klaria wanted nothing more than to confront her husband with what she’d learnt, but what good would it do? He knew she never had visitors. He’d deny it, accuse her of paranoia. …

Klaria’s niece as been sent to find help for the whole community. But what can Klaria do? — Read Part 1 here: Anabelle’s story lasted well into the night. The human population had tripled in the twenty-five years since Klaria was first taken, their settlement spreading out along the shore, their buildings popping up in all the sheltered coves where the crab-folk had once gathered for their ceremonies…