This is what I know:
my name is Whimsy & magic is real-
a fine glitter hovering in the air
It doesn’t matter that most can’t see the energy (the ashe)
like a woven spell stringing through & connecting all things.
It doesn’t matter that some don’t believe in magic,
they still inhale it.
They are still part of the plucked heart-thrum of life.
the non-magical look & look & don’t see
Still, there are things that cross magic lines.
Sadness can seep into anything, even trees
especially the weeds — perhaps (even)
Audio Tour ~ On A Midnight Clear by Lily Morton ~ Excerpt, Teasers, Giveaway
I picked page 151, that one was fun!The creature’s gelatinous dark body was growing, narrowing and twisting, like an enormous slab of black clay being moulded from within. Its colour began to pale, turning grey, then bone white. At last, the being congealed and settled in the form of a mighty stag as big as a horse. Colourless slime shimmered on its flank.