The Mirror

 Above, an Etruscan mirror, for gazing or for scrying, I do not know, is an exemplar of the protagonist of my latest published effort.

What can I say to whet your appetite?

Janus and his Januaries entrance me. I have always been fascinated by thresholds, the liminal, the not-quite-here, not-quite-there betwixt and between. Doorsteps are one of those spaces, one with those who keep them – the janitors – and mirrors too, limbo and purgatory, the places that the unquiet dead frequent, like museums. Let's imagine a museum then, a backwater museum in Italy, and the mirror there gathering dust, but it would seem more than dust too. 


To follow me down these paths try my story “The Mirror” in Dark Horses September 2022.