The Naming of Clover Hollow: A Cozy Fantasy of Magic, Belonging, and the Hollow That Wouldn't Let Her Go

Brigid has been visiting Clover Hollow for three years.

She comes on market days, stays until mid-afternoon, and tells herself she is simply fulfilling an arrangement with the hollow's elf guardians. She knows everyone's name. She knows which bench gets the morning sun and which path floods in heavy rain. She knows exactly how Róisín takes her tea.

She does not let herself think about what it means that she knows these things.

But the hollow has been patient. And the elves, it turns out, have ...