A.F. Stewart

“The stars sparkled above the mist shrouded tents and caravans of the carnival. The night crackled with an odd vibration, as if a veil of peculiarity settled over the company.”

“Shine and shimmer my Harvest Moon,illuminate the shadows in the sky.”

“I told you. I’ve been watching.” She twirled, her arms outstretched. “Watching, watching, watching.”

“So, I poisoned his coffee this morning and watched him drink it.”

“As they walked, it seemed almost every building had some similar contrivance as decoration, adorning the street in a cacophony of clangs, bangs and whirs. The street’s surroundings danced with steam and smoke, the scent of oil and grease its perfume.”

“I’m Detective Piper of the Fairyland Metro Police, and I've been called in to investigate the incident of the missing frog prince…”

“I look at the others, simpering courtiers and visiting dignitaries, all unsuspecting of what is to come. A merciful man should spare them, but I had mercy cut out of me at a young age.”

“Sulphurous wind gusted in his wake the dust of the street swirled and the folds of his black coat flapped against his thin body.”