My Brothers and I Hunted

My brothers and I crouched in a grotto sculpted by centuries of rainwater, by embers bursting from the rapid chafing of cracked spruce. Every shade of red and orange danced along the cavern walls, reflecting in our eyes and turning our wintry breaths into steam. Another moment, and we would’ve died. Elder had made it…

A Hermit’s Wanderings

Chapter One: Tidings of Toadstools In a far bygone age there lived an old hermit. He had no kin and few friends; no one even knew his family name. Those closest to him called him Aibinn, but most folk called him simply Rook. They could have called him Rook due to his appearance; indeed, his…

Castaways and the Raft Home – By Meghan and James Ranieri

There is nothing like watching iconic movies while on break. You can set aside work for a moment and immerse yourself in a narrative. As classical educators, we are tempted to include the reading of great literature in this sentiment. We hope to write a piece in the coming months on Susanna Clarke’s new book,…