Our thanks to all those who purchased the unnumbered limited edition of Claire Dean’s The Museum of Shadows and Reflections. …
A Guest Post by Claire Dean This morning, the first frost of winter limned the fallen leaves, and as my …
Professor Ailsa Cox just finished reading Claire Dean’s new mythic arts short story collection. Here’s what she had to say about it.
In honour of All Hallows’ Eve, here are three ghost stories from the Monguor, in northwestern China. Notice how strikingly different—and yet how eerily similar!—these are to European tales on similar motifs.
It is with great pleasure that we announce the publication of the newest book in our mythic arts series: The …
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We are delighted to announce the release of a new issue of Unsettling Wonder, on the theme of Changelings. This …
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Our imaginations are easily caught up in new interpretations of these familiar stories, and it’s likely we’ll never stop reusing those tropes while we still retain them in our cultural memories. Join us in an interview with author Arielle K. Harris.
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An interview with Aikaterini Gegisian by Defne Cizakca Part 2 of 2 Our second meeting took place in the summer. …
An interview with Aikaterini Gegisian by Defne Cizakca Part 1 of 2 I met Aikaterini at wintertime, in a small …
I discovered the woods by our house just as the year was turning.
I’d seen them before, of course. In any stroll along the pavement past the art school towards the conference center, looking across the brackish water of the reservoir, the woods were obvious enough. And I knew, in a vaguely academic way, that people sometimes went for walks in those same woods.