The Lantern Library
Historical romance with a touch of magic and candlelight
A quiet space for love stories, haunted hearts, and slow-burning magic.
Come in, kindred spirit. The light is still on for you.
A soft newsletter of fiction, updates, and secrets
Read: When The Veil Grows Thin
A gothic tale for All Souls’ Night,
a story of silence, secrets, and seeing what others cannot.Available in PDF and ePub formats.
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✦ The Autumn Bundle ✦
Stories for the season of shadows and second chances
A letter never sent.
A candle still burning.
A rose left behind.
These are stories for those who ache a little when the seasons turn.
✦ I Believed in Us – A Letter from the Swan in Disguise ✦
A quiet, swan-shaped ache. A poem for those who once believed.
✦ When The Candle Still Burns ✦
🕯 A tender tale of Elowen and Rowan, told in fragments and firelight.
- Fold the Envelope
- A letter never sent. A keepsake for quiet hands
- Read the Poetic Ritual. For Autumn Nights
For readers who collect letters, and lovers who still light candles.
✦ The Knight With the Golden Heart ✦
A Victorian writer. A skeptical publisher.
A vow beneath the fireleaf tree.A short story in letters—for those who still believe in love’s quieter forms.
✉️ Read the letters:
A story told not in chapters but in letters never sent.
✧ A Whisper of Wings ✧
The Painted Bird of Elowen
A first edition novella PDF — Coming Winter 2025For those who linger.
For those who hear what silence keeps.
For those who carry lanterns into the dark.
The Snow Maiden’s Witness
A Winter Microfiction by Liliane Briarwyn
He found her in the ruins where ivy refused to die,
a pale figure standing beside a deer
As snow drifted through the broken arches like forgotten prayers.
She regarded him with a calm older than winter.
“Just so you are warned,” she sighed,
“Romance is terribly impractical for seasonal beings.”
He only smiled, a man moving like wind across winter’s silence,
And in the moonlight her skin looked almost translucent,
Pale as frost, yet glowing as if lit from within.
She warned him she would melt long before love could undo her.
Yet when her fingers grazed his,
It was he who gave way first,
softening, dissolving,
As if warmth had always been waiting beneath his ribs.
At sunrise, the ruins were empty
save for ivy burning brighter,
And a deer who kept their secret
Like an evergreen vow.
Written for #FlashFictionMagic by @embarnettauthor — December 12, 2025.
This microfiction is part of the Lantern Library: Winter Tales series.
✦ The Lantern Trail ✦
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