Stories written by hand and lamplight, at the edge of the woods.
This is the home for my fiction: the books, the worlds behind them, and word of what’s coming next.
Now writing
A young witch, and the day she has to leave home
She’s in her twenties and has spent her whole life in her grandmother’s house, learning the old craft at her grandmother’s side: herbs, small charms, and the patient work of paying attention.
Now, it’s time to go. Everything her grandmother taught her is about to be tested somewhere far less familiar as she sets out to find her own way in the world.
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About R.S. Marsch
I'm an odd, old hermit living near a hillside glacier in the forest. I often look down to the spring-filled fields below.
Stories of whimsy and fantasy have always captured my imagination, then a young witch and her grandmother introduced themselves to me. They asked that I share their story with you.
Near the front of the hermitage is a small study lined with books and ancient treasures. Here I listen to the Wild and write the stories I hear.
Letters from the writing desk
Occasional notes on the work in progress, and the first word when a book is ready.