The Frewyn Herald: Home of the Haanta Series

It's Seamhair in Frewyn, the holiday on which we honour the dead, eat more candy than is good for us, and dress up to confuse wayward spirits, but while Lucentia does not have a Seamhair equivalent, Danaco takes any opportunity to disguise himself. Bartleby, who never bothers to dress up for anything, is always mistaken for a goblin. It is not all of us who are so fortunate to grow old gracefully. B artleby, meanwhile, was hating the Frewyn whistle. He tried to grumble between the notes about how useless it was to put an instrument in only one key with no hope of a natural when wanted, but the whistle, responding to his breath, made a shrill cry, as though begging the old man to stop playing it, and Bartleby had done with it.                 “Oh, flummox this plebeian—“ Bartleby tossed the whistle on the ground in a rage of frustration. “Never mind! If I must play something, you will be satisfied wi...

There is proper etiquette in all things, and while some civilities might be foregone in times of desperation, not waiting to be seated at an eatery when a sign bars one's way might have dire consequences . (Remember: our House Guest giveaway goes until Halloween , and our Slave Galley Patreon campaign is ongoing HERE. ) Fan art time! Danaco in colour, by Cassandra Florence T here were only a few tables occupied in the front room, one side of which was a glass wall, granting the long room an attractive prospect of the markets below. The latrations of the tradesmen calling out their wares were muted by the thickness of the glass, and the slight green tint tinged the room, cooling the black marble tables and wicker cherrywood chairs. The two guards were standing by the entrance, waiting to be seen by the matron or a waiter, all of whom were either in the kitchen arranging about the tea things for another table, or at the window watching the Lucentian below beginning to s...

Thirty years -- Great Scott! Never has a trilogy of films been so inspirational. Having seen all three films at least ten thousand times over the last three decades, and having grown up with Doc Brown and Marty McFly being personal heroes (for someone who is still a shrieking eight year old on the inside), I cannot tell you how monstrously thrilled I am that October 21st, 2015 has finally arrived. Of course we don't have flying cars and hoverboards in regular use yet, but we are working toward Mr Fusion technology and power laces. More importantly, however, than having flying DeLoreans, is having a future without Parkinson's. As someone who lives with chronic illness, I know how important it is for us to find solutions to chronic and even debilitating conditions, and since we don't have rejuvenation clinics yet, it falls to us to help fund research into discovering new ways of eradicating chronic illness. In honour of Back to the Future Day, and in honour o...