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Of Wolf and Man, part 5
The club was not a lot to look at from the outside. A concrete cube in the middle of the industrial district with ‘Unveiled’ above the door in a fancy cursive script with gold backlighting. Bolts of sheer fabric hung on both sides next to the entrance. If not for the warm light spilling out of the door and the huge looking guys standing next to it, you might have never known it was a club. And a pricey one at that.
Unveiled was one of those places that claimed to give you a glance of what life had been like beyond the veil. Decadent, exotic foods and sensual shows pulled in crowds of both humans and non-humans every night. The humans coming to see the magic and power of the supernatural, the non-humans coming to see what their ancestors may have lived like or, for those who lived beyond a hundred years, to reminisce on years gone by. I had the feeling that this was nothing like life used to be Beyond the Veil, unless you were nobility of course, but it didn’t seem to
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the Bonecaller's Price
The Bonecaller sits on a rickety stool in front of her shop. “Care to know your fortune, my dear?” she calls to a young woman walking past.
The woman stops, considers. She is about to leave this desolate city for an adventure outside the Walls. She would very much like to know if she will find what she is looking beyond the city’s protection. But the people here in Haven, they are taught to fear the dead and those who speak with them. She studies the old woman for a moment. She doesn’t seem all that dangerous, the young woman thinks. Dressed in dark reds and purples, gold-embroidered scarves wrap around her shoulders. Strange symbols are painted upon her face with white ink, the morning sun casting her wrinkles in a stark relief. There are bones, yes, necklaces and bracelets, some skulls in her gray, braided hair. But there are also coins, golden symbols on brown leather cords. She looks like an eccentric grandmother, not like someone who can command the dead. &
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Of Wolf and Man, part 4
“Tell me you have something for me, Kravitz,” I called out as we walked into the Violent Crimes and Homicide division of the SCPD, finally sipping my well-deserved coffee. The precinct of the Sweetlake City Police Department was located in the heart of the city. Just outside the shopping district and next to the Firehouse, our division looked out on the shoppers swarming around like ants on one side, the Cinnabon sign right across from the station a constant temptation. The other side looked out on a tiny bit of green landscaping bordering the Firehouse’s yard where, if we were lucky, the firefighters would be running drills and walking around shirtless. Don’t judge.
Deputy Malik Kravitz walked towards us, a thin file in his hand. A curl of fresh ink peeked out from under his collar, the black soft against his dark skin.
“New tattoo?” I asked when he got close enough. Kravitz was a hundred percent human, like me, but he was one of those people who wa
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Of Wolf and Man, part 3
It’s always difficult to see one of the big black bags being zipped up. There is something final about it, more so than seeing the blood on the street or the open, unseeing eyes of the victim. The soft sound of the zipper drives home, more than anything else, that we were too late, that this person could no longer be saved.
I looked away as they loaded the body of Donald Koppenhaver onto the stretcher and into the ambulance.
“I’m taking him back to the lab. I’ll do a full tox screen and see if I can find out anything more about our wolves,” the ME said as she sidled up beside me, still taking notes on her clipboard. “I’ll let you know as soon as I find something.”
I nodded, “Thanks, Layla.”
She clipped her pen on the board and nudged me in the side with it. “Keep an eye on our girl, yeah?” She nodded towards where Violet was standing, still sipping her sugary drink.
“I always do,” I promised.
Layla wink
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Of Wolf and Man, part 2
The deputy standing by the yellow tape looked a little green, which was never a good sign near a crime scene, especially since the deputy in question is a werewolf. I was already regretting getting up this morning. “Morning, Feldt,” I greeted him, showing him my badge.
He looked it over for a moment before lifting the yellow tape and gesturing me through. “Morning, ma’am.”
I ducked under it and walked onto the crime scene, stifling another yawn. The showdown with Deoradhan and the following medical attention meant I hadn’t gotten home until around four in the morning. After that, my brother had woken me every two hours, at the doctor’s request of course, to check for a concussion. My poor head wasn’t concussed, but it wasn’t happy either, a splitting headache sitting just behind my eyes. So yeah, this morning was already off to a great start even before I got the call that a mauled body had been found in the Bent neighbourhood.
A ma
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Of Wolf and Man, part 1
The mage took off down the dark alley. Apparently the meaning of the term 'freeze' was lost to this guy. Then again, I guess that if you’re a homicidal maniac who killed four people with dark magic you’re not going to be intimidated by a puny human cop. That’s alright, he wouldn’t be the first Dark Sorcerer™ I’d put behind bars.  
I gave chase, following his fluttering deep-purple robes through the meandrous alleyways. He veered off to the right and I followed, barely able to throw myself backwards when a nasty looking spell exploded into a shower of purple sparks on the wall opposite of me, right where I’d been a moment before. It sizzled and popped as a portion of the wall was eaten away. The guy didn't even look back, just kept running. Alright then.
“This is Harper, I’ve got eyes on the suspect,” I spoke into my enchanted headset. “He's heading towards Greenstreet. Be careful, he's slinging spells.”
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Human Curiosity
  “Why? Why didn’t I stay on the ship? I could have just said to the Captain ‘Dammit, Jim, I’m an engineer, not a redshirt!’ But, no! He asked so of course I – “
  “Your shirt seems to be more of an Earth-forest green in hue, and the Captain’s name is Crydrask, not Jim.”
  “I know, Kel’Jar, it’s a human saying – sort of. Point is, I should be back on the ship, surrounded by my beautiful machines and gizmos but instead I’m on this cold, dark planet, walking into this cold, dark, fakakta cave where we’ll get eaten by the no doubt charming wildlife. All because they found some energy signature in said, cold, dark, fakakta cave that might maybe, perhaps, possibly be electronic. How is this my life?”
  “Human-Keira, I would like to join you in acknowledging the difficulties of your life.”
  “Wow, you are the worst at this comfo
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  Joseph paused in front of the huge Gothic church. The high arched windows cast a warm glow onto the cobblestone streets. Heavy red doors stood open and inviting. He should just walk in. Finally find the courage to walk into the warm interior and let the wrath of God burn him to cinders. At least, that's what they said happened to monsters who tried to enter His house. And that's what he was now, wasn't he?
  A monster.
  He was so tired. Tired of roaming, standing in front of another church and trying to convince himself to just end it. Tired of the heartache of leaving his wife and family behind, even though he knew he was protecting them. He could never go home. Not like this.
When he returned from the War to End All Wars, changed, he knew that he would be a danger to his own family. He hadn't even said goodbye, it was better if they thought he died on that cursed battlefield. In a way he had, bleeding out in the muddied trenches after that thing had torn out his thr
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the Fairy Ring
  “Malia?” Tami called as she ran through the rain-slick streets of Haven, “Come on, sweetie, this isn't funny anymore.” If Mother found out she had lost her little sister she was done for. “Malia!” She called again, rounding another corner. She passed a few people but they paid her no heed; in Haven people only cared about their own troubles.
  Rain was still pouring down, turning the drab grey stones of the streets and homes even darker. A spot of colour caught her eye on the end of a dark alleyway. Heart in her throat, she walked towards it. There, between the filth, resting against the Wall that kept the city safe, lay Ophelia, her sister's doll. Gently, Tami picked her up and cradled the doll in her hands. Mother had made that doll, stealing scraps of fancy fabric whenever she made dresses for the rich women in the White District. She ran her thumb over the intricate embroidery on the doll's wings. Something must have happened. Malia w
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Siren's Song
  “Commodore, please, you don't have to do this!” I begged the stoic man standing on deck, his hands clasped tightly behind his back.
  “I'm sorry, miss Courtenay, I'm afraid I must.” His voice sounded truly apologetic, and I might have felt sorry for him and the misfortune that had befallen him and his crew, if not for the fact that he was going to kill me.
  “It's an old wives’ tale,” I tried to argue, “tossing me off your ship won't actually bring you luck. You're a man raised in civility, surely you must know this?” I was getting desperate now, standing on the rickety plank, arms bound behind my back and legs tied together. A heavy stone resting next to me.
  Commodore Harrison was already shaking his head. “If we wish to reach Fort Orange without more dead we must make this sacrifice to Her, to the sea. I truly wish there was another way, Lucia, I truly am sorry.” He looked at me for a moment, ey
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the Sorceress Royal
“Ada, there is someone coming,” Riva said from where she fluttered in front of the window.
I groaned internally, not wanting to lose my concentration. “The wards will get him,” I told her as I carefully added the crushed bellflower petals to the mixture bubbling in my cauldron. A tuft of purple smoke poured out and onto my worktable. I smiled. This particular spell had taken four hours to prepare, I would not have some hopeful muck it up.
“Ada,” Riva started again, hesitantly, “he's already passed the outer wards. It looks like he's getting ready to climb the tower.”
The purple haze of my spell flickered for a moment as I took that in.
No, focus.
It doesn't matter that he crossed the outer wards, I told myself sternly, nobody has ever made it inside. The spell solidified again as I raised my hands towards it, now as a tiny ball of bright purple light.
“Suza,” I called out, hoping he would listen, “would you be a dear and
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the Enchanted Baker
  “Er, Steve, why is there a dragon in your fridge?”
  I shrugged and looked up from the tiny fondant flower I was trying to put onto the smallest chocolate cake I'd ever made. “It was hot.” I told Jake.
  “The detail is amazing, man. How did you get the scales so shiny?” He asked.
  “He's not a – I wouldn't do that -” I warned but was already too late.
  Jake yelped and staggered back a step, “Dude! That thing is alive!”
  The bunny-sized dragon chose that moment to climb out of the fridge and make its way over to Jake.
  “Well, yeah.” I told my friend, trying not to laugh as he backed away from my new pet.
  “Okay,” Jake invited, now pressed with his back against the kitchen bar, “care to elaborate?”
  “So, remember that weird dude that hired me a couple weeks ago? The guy claiming to be a mage?” I waited for his nod to continu
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Marjolijn 'Ashara'
Artist | Hobbyist | Varied


Hello and welcome! I’m Marjolijn, a 30-year-old artist, writer, crafter, and retail professional residing in the Netherlands. I live in an awesome little house together with my husband and our two monsters/cats named Loki and Eris. {pro tip; don’t name your cats after Gods of chaos…} My day job is inspiring and advising people in one of the biggest arts-and-crafts stores in the Netherlands, and when I come home I continue on crafting and seeking creative inspiration.

{random fun fact; my name, Marjolijn, is a variant of the Dutch word Marjolein, meaning Marjoram. The herb Marjoram means ‘forever happy’ in flower language}


Well crafting of course! That’s what brought you here, didn’t it? But there is a lot more to me than just making shiny things. I’m a dirt-worshipping, tree-hugging, geeky gal who enjoys being in nature as much as she can. I’m obsessed with anything science fiction or fantasy and if it has dragons or fairies in it, that’s usually enough to make me happy! I have a pinterest addiction that I refuse to seek help for and spend a lot of my free time researching history, mythology, and old religions. If something has a galaxy or a Union Jack on it, I usually need to have it, even though I’m neither an astronaut or British (unfortunately).
I love making things for my friends and family, putting a lot of love, energy, and thought into making something that’s especially for them; focussing on what they love and incorporating that into whatever I’m making. This is what I mean when I say everything at Marjolijn Makes is handmade with heart.


Ever since I was a little girl who wrote her first short story {about vampires, how adorable!} I’ve dreamed of becoming a writer. Then I discovered drawing and wanted to be an artist. After that came jewellery and costume parts and teaching classes on crafting and natural spirituality. But there was a dissonance. I kept trying to keep the different pieces of myself; my geeky part, my spiritual part, my girly part, my artistic part, separated. Needless to say that didn’t work. So my dream is to tumble all of these together. To finally step forward and say; this is me. All of me. This is what I create and what I love.
But I don’t want it to stop there. That sentence can continue; …and here’s how you can do it too. I dream of inspiring people, of sharing skills with one another, of empowering you to make and find what you really love!

So come on! Join me and let’s make some stuff! {you know you want to}

Got a question or just want to send me a little hello? I’d love to hear from you! Visit my website or contact me at marjolijnmakes{at}!

  • Listening to: bad 80s music
  • Reading: Wonderbook by Jeff vanderMeer
  • Watching: the Expanse
  • Playing: Star Realms
  • Drinking: COFFEE


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