Hell’s Blue Orchard I first spotted the orchard through my bedroom mirror two months ago. It was a blue orchard, full of violets, forget-me-nots, delphiniums, and bluebells. Even the vines on the well and the leaves on the trees had a blue tint to them, the light shining down seeming to be filtered through the ocean. It was empty, that first time. Just an old stone well, the trees, and the gentle light. I spoke of it to no one, but it haunted not only my dreams, but my waking