RM JONES AUTHOR
What do you think Ophelia thought when the willow branch cracked and she fell down, down, down to the weed-choked heart of the river? Read more.
When I first arrived at her cottage, still a child with tear-stained cheeks and thin, ranging limbs, Grandmother grabbed me by the shoulder and said, “You must never wake the bones.” Read more.
Candles? Check. Salt circle? Check. Sacrifice? Check. It's time for some ritualistic Friday night fun. Read more.