There something pure autumn about this one, I just love the atmosphere—the menacing creeping witchiness, the merest hint of a hint of a hint that something is off among all the pumpkins and toffee apples and golden sun and bonfire smoke.
Gatward very sadly died in 2021 and this is a collection to be thankful for.
First published in English Magic by Galley Beggar Press, 2021. You can read it online here
A Personal Anthology 