Death Shall Have No Dominion

Deep in a tangled forest, there dwelt four sisters whose mother, a wood-wife, had died by the bite of a werewolf years before. Still they spun her magic through potion and spell, healing and weaving with color and light.

Shattered Mirror

And so a stricken lad with glassy eyes was spirited away to serve the fates of reason, with the measurements just so, a fairyland enchantment robbed of soul.