August 27, 2018
Sometimes I was being chased by furies—monsters with the heads of women and bodies of huge black birds—and the castle was my refuge. Other times I wandered its halls looking for my husband, poking my head in each room and noting the tapestries and gold-framed oil paintings.
By Teresa Milbrodt November 15, 2013
The little people eat on the couch while Berchta and I eat at the kitchen table, and she relaxes enough to grouse about how no one appreciates the old gods and goddesses anymore. I assume this is a typical complaint among mythical figures.
By Teresa Milbrodt November 15, 2011
Cooking was my second love, though. Arthur was third. Sword-swallowing came first.