title: The Dark Heart: Les Fes:The French Fae Legend (Volume 2)
author:  Emma V Leech 
description: As a child I spent more time than I'm going to admit to wishing I was Samantha from Bewitched. Yet despite hours spent perfecting the nose twitch; sadly I have to say that - so far at least - no magical ability has been discovered. Now I have to say it's looking unlikely, but remain hopeful. I was born in Kent in the UK and moved to France in 1998. I currently live, according to my husband, in LALA land but the rest of the time in the middle of nowhere in darkest Dordogne, as far from the real world as possible. I'm married with three daughters and a wild imagination. I like Tarot cards and anything creepy... except spiders.I worship at the altar of Florence + the Machine and am addicted to music, as long as it's LOUD! I love chocolate, think The Wizard of Oz is the scariest film I've ever seen and still believe in faeries ;) For more info about my work check out my website www.emmavleech.com Twitter: Emma V Leech@LaDameBlanche24 https://www.facebook.com/EmmaVLeech?ref=hl http://www.wattpad.com/user/LaDameBlanche
zlib_text: **O for a Fiery Gloom and**
  
   **Thee**
  
   _Brian Stableford_
  
  La Belle Dame Sans Merci was kin to Jack A-Lantern: a whim o' the wisp alloyed
  from light and shadow, air and dew. Such contradictory beings cannot long
  endure; their warring elements long for separation and their fated
  dissolutions are rarely quiet, never without pain. How should such a being
  look upon a man, save with wild wild eyes?
  
  La Belle Dame Sans Merci could not stroll upon the mead like any earth-bound
  being for her footfall was far too light, but she had the precious power of
  touch which earthbound beings take overmuch for granted. She could not be seen
  by light of noon, but when she did appear—bathed by the baleful moon's
  unholiness—there was magic in her image.
  
  Salome the enchantress knew how to dance, and stir the fire of Hell in the
  hearts of those who watched, but La Belle Dame Sans Merci knew how to lie as
  still as still could be, and ignite the fire of Purgatory by sight alone.
  
  La Belle Dame Sans Merci was