Kyla Wapshott spent her childhood ‘away with the fairies’, daydreaming when she should have been looking out for traffic, her nose always wedged firmly in a book. Now she writes stories about those dream visitors; monsters and myths that look nothing like us yet always have something wise to teach us about ourselves. She grew up in Australia before moving to the UK and getting to see a real ruined castle for the first time, though sadly no ghosts.
She has a BA Hons in English Literature and Creative Writing and lives in Bristol with her husband, two sons and a black cat familiar that judges her in the sweetest possible way everyday.
Kyla Wapshott spent her childhood ‘away with the fairies’, daydreaming when she should have been looking out for traffic, her nose always wedged firmly in a book. Now she writes stories about those dream visitors; monsters and myths that look nothing like us yet always have something wise to teach us about ourselves. She grew up in Australia before moving to the UK and getting to see a real ruined castle for the first time, though sadly no ghosts.
She has a BA Hons in English Literature and Creative Writing and lives in Bristol with her husband, two sons and a black cat familiar that judges her in the sweetest possible way everyday.
This month I was driven by universal forces to re-watch Legend. If you’re not sure what that is, it’s a dark fantasy film from 1985 starring a very young Tom Cruise alongside Mia Sara who I always get confused with Marisa Tomei. The eighties produced a real bumper crop of stunning, elfin brunettes with cute smiles. See: Winona Ryder et al.
This film forms a core component of my psyche, snuggled together with Willow and The Last Unicorn (Earlier this year I read The Last Unicorn by Peter S...
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I recently read one of those rarest of beasts- a standalone fantasy book that was both excellent and whole and complete in and of itself. The Raven Tower by Ann Leckie* in which gods are numerous, gregarious and always on speed dial. The humans in this world have direct access to their deities, making offerings of anything from water to a human sacrifice in exchange for favours. It was brilliant fun. The story was told in both first person and second person ‘you’ from the point of...