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  • FTM's September Issue is Out!

    Lortz - Leila Murton Poole Deborah Sage - Marcia Sherman - Margaret Fisher Squires Laren Stover - Brittany He heard a distant fiddle swinging into melody over the hill. He felt the music fill his chest with fire. His heels barely touched the earth as he crossed the hill but he remembered the woman for almost as many

  • Review by Kelly Jarvis: A Sweet Sting of Salt by Rose Sutherland

    Jean and her childhood friend Laurence are engaging characters who both feel like outsiders in the rocky In addition to an engaging plot, the novel is filled with folklore, opening with a memory about The Young

  • Kelly's Cozy Autumn Reads: The Season of the Witch

    Rebecca Buchanan's Geek Witch and the Treacherous Tome of Deadly Danger fits the bill! The Witches of Bone Hill  by Ava Morgyn takes place in my home state of Connecticut where a young woman had inherited a Victorian estate filled with ghosts, secrets, and mysteries. Billed as a cross between Practical magic and Gilmore Girls, this book follows the story of Sadie Revelare

  • Book Review: Gilded by Marisa Meyer

    She lives with her father, a miller, and although her mother was lost to the Wild Hunt many years before When we meet Gild, the ghost of a prince killed by the Erlking, we find Serilda’s love interest who also Gilded is filled with good supporting characters and has a very well-built world.

  • Throwback Thursday: A Cloak as Red as Blood, by Sheena Power

    Well, the wolf lived at the top of a hill, all alone. I do not say we never killed a wolf, but then the wolves couldn't claim to be any better. Gladly I would run up the hill, swinging a basket of boar-meat. The day of the dance was fine, and the evening was copper-colored when I climbed the hill. And covered in blood as this wolf was, it was certain he'd killed the king's only son.

  • Throwback Thursday: The Saint’s Serene Cure by Debasish Mishra

    Just close your eyes,” he'd tell, and splash some ash on the brow or ring his old rusted bell to draw milk belief to make an apple from sand or find a rose in a leaf That was enough for the crowd to travel miles

  • FTM's Poetry Contest Winners

    He heard a distant fiddle swinging into melody over the hill. He felt the music fill his chest with fire. His heels barely touched the earth as he crossed the hill but he remembered the woman for almost as many Do not answer those who would call your name, Willing you to let down your guard alongside Your hair. Lortz - Leila Murton Poole Deborah Sage - Marcia Sherman - Margaret Fisher Squires Laren Stover - Brittany

  • Review by Lissa Sloan: The Best of Eternal Haunted Summer

    McClellan and Kaye Boesme, compelling tales of action and romance by Allister Nelson and Laurence Raphael

  • Chosen Authors: FTM's Sept. & Dec. Issues

    Cunder They join Kelly Jarvis, Madeline Mertz, Laren Stover, Dr. Sara Cleto and Dr.

  • Review by Kelly Jarvis: The Highway of Spirit and Bone by Steven Ostrowski

    Each day of the journey is touched by somber poignancy, with Ma noting “In a million years you could Filled with references to the literature, music, religion, folklore, and philosophy that shaped much phrase “The Highway of Spirit and Bone” and thinks to himself, “There’s a poet a-loose in these here hills

  • Throwback Thursday: The Fairy Godmother by Judy Lunsford

    You’ll see so many favorites alluded to in this delightful tale, which is filled with charming details Her apple tree was filled with shiny red apples that were ready for the picking. She hated to do it, but she had bills to pay. But there were standards to keep. Especially when it was filled with the wonderful aromas of fresh herbs drying in front of the kitchen She writes with dyslexia and a chronic illness (Meniere’s Disease) and is a breast cancer survivor.

  • The Witch's Table by Amy Trent

    There hasn’t been a rabbit on this hill since last summer.” “My parsley begs to differ.” real one with sweat glistening on his forehead despite the cool morning air, came trundling up the hill Her milk for the others is all but gone.” “Others?” “Twin boys and their older brother.” “My wife made lace before she became ill, and I’d sell it on market days. The bobbins and threads were traded for milk. We have no means, none, of repaying you.”

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