A centuries-long antipathy between the lord of the maenor and the last witch in the land comes to a head. The witch's helper, Lucy, relays the story. A low-fantasy story with themes of cowardice, loyalty and the longing to live up to your heroes.

Jang Haera is not your girl-next-door, but she's definitely your awkward turtle in a tank. What's worse is that she can't take her eyes off of a certain someone, who's too stealthy like a ninja. Maybe, it's time to stop this ninja.

She never likes going to the beach: in her five-year old mind, it's ugly and stupid. But then he shows her how magical of a place it can be. "Mama says that it's just the light, but I don't think that's true. I think that sand is really stardust."

With the aid of the light, there was no mistaking the dark bruises on his face and the blood dripping from his split lip.

[short story] [rated for language, homophobia] Start off young, with the donning of many hats.

[combatting vignette] Margaret is cool and collected. She keeps a full thermos of peach tea with too much sugar in her refridgerator she listens to bands like Res and Speed Dial No. 2. Iris, however, is everything her sister Margaret is not.

[experimental] [femslash & het] Why me? you ask. Because we need to remind ourselves we aren't dead, she answers. [WWII historical fiction]