Ghost Light
Ivy Granger 2
By
E.J. Stevens
Now it is the time of night,
That the graves all gaping wide,
Every one lets forth his sprite,
In the church-way paths to glide.
-William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream
What wild heart-histories seemed to lie enwritten,
Upon those crystalline, celestial spheres!
...Lighting my lonely pathway home that night,
They have not left me (as my hopes have) since.
They follow me - they lead me through the years.
They are my ministers - yet I their slave.
Their office is to illumine and enkindle -
My duty, to be saved by their bright fire
-Edgar Allan Poe, To Helen
Pronunciations are given phonetically for names and places found in Shadow Sight and Blood and Mistletoe, the first novel and novella of the Ivy Granger series. Alternate names and nicknames have been provided in parentheses. In some cases, the original folklore has been changed to suit the city of Harborsmouth and its environs.
Athame: ah-thaw-may
Barguest: bar-guyst (Bargheist, Black Dog)
Bean Tighe: ban tig
Bchuille: Beh-huh-il (B Chuille)
Blaosc: blee-usk
Boggart: bog-ert
Brollachan: broll-ach-hawn
Brownie: brow-nee (Bwca, Urisk, Hearth Faerie, Domestic Hobgoblin)
Bugbear: bug-bayr (Bug-a-boo, Boggle-bo)
Bwca: bu-ka (see Brownie)
The Cailleach: kall-ahk (The Blue Hag, Cailleach Bheur, Queen of Winter, Crone, Veiled One, Winter Hag)
Cat Sidhe: kat shee or kayth shee (Faerie Cat, Cait Shith, Cait Sith)
Ceffyl Dr: Keff-eel Door (Kelpie King)
Clurichaun: kloor-ih-kon (clobhair)
Daeva: day-va
Demon: dee-mon
Each Uisge: erkh ooshka (Water Horse)
Faerie: fayr-ee (Fairy, Sidhe, Fane, Wee Folk, The Gentry, People of Peace, Themselves, Sidhe, Fae, Fay, Good Folk)
Fear Dearg: far dar-rig (The Red Man)
Forneus: Fore-nee-uss (Demon, Great Marquis of Hell)
Fuath: Foo-ah
Galliel: Gal-ee-el (Unicorn)
Ghoul: gool (Revenant)
Glaistig: glass-tig (The Green Lady)
Gnome: noh-m
Goblin: gob-lin
Griffin: griff-in (Gryphon, Griffon)
Grindylow: grin-dee-loh
Hamadryad: ha-ma-dry-ad (Tree Nymph)
Henkie: hen-kee
Hippocampus: hip-po-cam-pus
Hob-o-Waggle Hob-oh-wag-l (Brownie, son of Wag-at-the-Wa)
Jenny Greenteeth: Jen-nee Green-teeth (Water Hag)
Kelpie: kel-pee (Water Horse, Nyaggle)
Lamia: lay-me-a
Leanansdhe: lan-awn-shee (Lhiannan Sidhe, Leanhaun Shee, Leannan Sth, Fairy Mistress)
Leprechaun: le-pre-khan (leipreachn)
Mab: Mab (Unseelie Queen)
Melusine: Mel-oo-seen
Mermaid: mer-mayd (male Merman)
Merry Dancer: mer-ree dan-ser (Fir Chlis)
Murch: mer-ook (Merrow, Moruadh, Murghach)
Nixie: nix-ee
Oberon: O-ber-on (Seelie King)
Peg Powler: Peg Pow-ler (Peg Powler of the Trees, Water Hag)
Peri: per-ee
Pixie: pix-ee (Pisgie)
Pooka: poo-ka (Phooka, Pouka, Pca, Pwca)
Redcap: red-kap (red cap)
Saytr: say-tur
Selkie: sel-kee
Shellycoat: shell-ee-cote
Sidhe: shee (see Faerie)
Succubus: suk-you-bus (male Incubus)
Tech Duinn: tek doon
Titania: Ti-tayn-ee-ah (Seelie Queen)
Troll: trol
Tuatha D Danann: tootha day da-nan
Tylwyth Teg: till-with teeg (Seelie Court)
Unicorn: you-ne-korn
Vampire: vam-pi-r (Undead)
Will-o-the-Wisp: Wil-oh-tha-Wisp (Gyl Burnt Tayle, Jack o Lantern, Wisp, Ghost Light, Friars Lantern, Corpse Candle, Hobbledy, Aleya, Hobby Lantern, Chir Batti, Faerie Fire, Spunkies, Min Min Light, Luz Mala, Pinket, Ellylldan, Spook Light, Ignus Gatuus, Orbs, Boitat, and Hinkypunk)
Welcome to Harborsmouth, where monsters walk the streets unseen by humansexcept those with second sight.
Whether visiting our modern business district or exploring the cobblestone lanes of the Old Port quarter, please enjoy your stay. When you return home, do tell your friends about our wonderful cityjust leave out any supernatural details.
Dont worrymost of our guests never experience anything unusual. Otherworlders, such as faeries, vampires, and ghouls, are quite adept at hiding within the shadows. Many are also skilled at erasing memories. You may wake in the night screaming, but you wont recall why. Be glad that you dont rememberyou are one of the fortunate ones.
If you do encounter something unnatural, we recommend the services of Ivy Granger, Psychic Detective. Co-founder of Private Eye detective agency, Ivy Granger is a relatively new member of our small business community. Her offices can be found on Water Street, in the heart of the Old Port.
Miss Granger has a remarkable ability to receive visions by the act of touching an object. This skill is useful in her detective work, especially when locating lost items. Whether you are looking for a lost brooch or missing persons, no job is too big or too small for Ivy Grangerbut you may be on her waiting list for awhile. Hopefully, you are not in dire need of her immediate services. After her role in recent events, where she was instrumental in saving our city, Miss Grangers business is booming.
If matters are particularly grim, we can also provide, upon request, a list of highly skilled undertakers. If you are in need of their services, then we also kindly direct you to Harborsmouth Cemetery Realty. Its never too early to contact them, since we have a booming housing market. Demand is quite high for a local plotthere are always people dying for a place to stay.
What do the names ghost light, friars lantern, corpse candle, aleya, hobby lantern, chir batti, faerie fire, min min light, luz mala, spook light, ignus fatuus, orbs, boitat, and hinkypunk have in common? They are all names for wisps. Corpse candle? Now that was bound to give a girl a complex.
I had recently discovered that I was half fae. My faerie half is wisp, as in Will-o-the-Wispmy father, king of the wisps. It was a lot to digest.
Dealing with my newfound princess-of-the-wisps status was stressful, but business was booming and I didnt have time for random panic attacks. I used to see a therapist to help deal with my anxiety. Lately, I visited Galliel at Sacred Heart church.
Galliel wasnt the priest at Sacred Heart, though I usually stopped and said hello to Father Michael while there. Father Michael had helped me with my recent demon trouble, but spending time with him didnt relieve my anxiety like Galliel did. It wasnt Father Michaels fault. He was a good priest, as far as I could tell, but he was only human. Galliel was a unicorn.
I was indulging in my guilty pleasure, Galliels adoring head resting in my lap, while Ceff spoke with the priest. This was bliss. I had always wondered what true happiness was like, but never thought Id have the opportunity to experience it for myself. Somehow, during a catastrophic week that nearly brought my city to its knees, I had found my own. Galliel was a big part of that. So was Ceff.