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This Blog is a story being delivered in post format. The posts are not stand alone. To follow you need to use the archive and start with oldest posts first, reading from the BOTTOM TO THE TOP of the page. Hope you enjoy this crazy world. - Deb
"Fairy narratives always gather in whatever place is not home." - Diane Purkiss - Troublesome Things.

Wednesday, 2 April 2014

Path to Mailbox.


What? Every Castle has 1, no? Well. Really. How do you think a Somniac Chick is in and out of sleeping 4 over a 100 years n doesn't go completely crazy? Used to be all 'send me a letter'. Now its more FB, Instagram, Tweet, Blog, Email. Telepathically? No? Well of course she was communicating all this time. She's a woman, it's what they do. And no, no TAG or POF please. Big, big pond that. No pond, less worry of sharks. Faelan is not a nice place as it is. Worth a girl cutting her risks. Hence the Hedge to the Mailbox.
Ps... I may cut out a few burrs, brambles n thorns. But only a few. Ogre likes his thorns. And a girl gets used to hiding...
- SB

It is worth noting that the mailbox is inside the Hedge, n only certain of the Ogre's Fae contacts making the jump do deliveries, but aren't allowed any closer to the Castle than that road way. R we paranoid here or what?! There's levels n levels of insanity in this place, eh?? Heh heh...

1 comment:

  1. deb gordon2 April 2014 19:52
    As long as u start @ the beginning ur good (older posts 1st) n I look a little less crazy. ;D Faelan is a weird place. Humor helps.

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