In a small corner of Sanctuary are worlds and times that exist, out of sync or in, all being tiny glimpses of a greater tapestry. One such place, the land of the Fae, has a castle, of sorts, that is totally surrounded by a brambled wood. So we begin, in the Worlds of Sanctuary, with the Faelan Stories. And what better, when being introduced to the weird and wonderful, than starting with something slightly familiar. Here we have the sometimes Sleeping Beauty. Ps: It's a story so oldest posts 1st.
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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.
Saturday, 5 April 2014
Guarding the Castle
Our Castle Watcher came up to chat n play as I was out roving today. I'd fire off an arrow n she'd take off on the fly, chase it down and nose it out. Thought she was gonna pull it right out of the ground n run with it! Lol... She must have chased down a half a dozen shots or more. Eventually she got bored.
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