Stories
Short stories, side tales, and serials from the mind of Laten Cecil.
Nooks Vs. Crannies
Round the Wend
- Finders KeepersOne clear autumn night a silver star falls into the far wood, and whoever finds it keeps it. You are Pim, a frog who knows every singer's song and has never had a comfit to sing one with. Hazel the squirrel saw where it landed. She has never once touched the ground.
- HushIn Stone House shouting is good manners, and nobody listens for small things. You are Wisp, a shrew, the smallest apprentice at the Singers' Hall, and you hear what everyone else misses. Someone is taking your singer's voice, a little more every night.
- Lantern NightTwo nights before Lantern Night, there is a fox at the warren hedge, and it doesn't talk. You are Dill. A year ago your best friend Bracken went into the far wood and promised to be home by now.
- The Wrong WordA week before the Comfestival, you eat your Gran's silver comfit just to know what a star tastes like, and say exactly the wrong thing. You are Tam. The fix is somewhere past the wood, and so is the question of whether anyone has to know.