Tag Archives: Alyth

Alyth and the incubus

My friend Alyth arrived unanticipated at my door this morning, looking disheveled and exhausted. ‘Coffee,’ she said, pushing her way inside and kicking off her muddy trainers. ‘Give me coffee.’ By the time I returned from the kitchen, maybe three … Continue reading

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Alyth’s anger

My friend Alyth is not particularly impressed with my last post, saying that it just shows my ignorance of witchcraft and Scottish history, and I dare say she’s correct. ‘Also,’ she added, continuing to scold me, ‘by turning it into … Continue reading

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Alyth and Artemis

My friend Alyth has a bronze figurine of Artemis in her room, a little statuette that I bought for myself on my travels in Greece nearly fifteen years ago, long before I met the Archers. A shared love for the … Continue reading

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Alyth’s aromantic sister

My friend Alyth and I are opposites in so many ways that it’s unlikely our paths would ever have crossed had it not been for Lindsay. Alyth is the youngest of four siblings. Her sister Lindsay is the eldest, ten … Continue reading

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Alyth’s witch fantasy

My friend Alyth, the attractive and alliteratively awkward Alyth Archer, Ally to her close friends – although I do prefer Alyth (from the Gaelic for ‘rocky place’) – is a Scottish lass with a loud voice laced with infectious humour … Continue reading

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My friend Alyth

My friend Alyth has recently developed quite an obsession with the paranormal, and to hear her talk you would think that all the magical creatures that we read about in books or watch on TV are real. Knowing about my … Continue reading

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