On Magic

All my stories are a little,...quirky, it seems I have no say in the matter. The only reason I can think of is that as children we were raised on fairytales with witches and wizards and magic. Then we grow up,...and there is no magic. What a shame!

So in my stories there is always a little magic at least. Sometimes it is so subtle the characters are not even aware of it. There is usually one character who does know and so uses either  the little they have or has the ability to draw on "a greater power".
The lives and the fates of my "actors" are shaped by the ebb and flow of natures magic no matter what I try and write about.

For example, in one of my "unfinished novels" there is a character who always knows what is happening in the village. Birds, trees, animals, even the breeze keep her informed.

In "Anulfes Saga" there is a "slave" Anulf and his boat crew take upon themselves to protect. She is obviously high born by her clothes and bearing but like the rest of the "cargo", is bound for the slave markets of Sirkland. She never speaks but has a way about her that attracts all the children taken as slaves as well. She looks after them and they her as if they have a special connection. A small boy speaks for her when necessary otherwise her will or desire is just,...known.

In Heathen Hearts Mac has this ability to know what horses are thinking and respond correctly. Then there is the "Mormor", Anja's Grandma. Is she really a witch or just a crazy old lady? What does that make Anja?!