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.
Saturday, 19 March 2016
Author's Note Vernal Equinox 2016
Here, on the cusp of the Vernal Equinox, I stand in the Little Wood behind the Greenery finding myself torn apart by more than the rift whipping around me throwing me back through the World's of Sanctuary to Faelan's shores. My heart remains tied to the battles and loves in Otherside. My thoughts and prayers are with the Voice in her war against the enemy within. Courage and wisdom and hope and peace are hers. Prayers, too, for the Angels of Mercy that surround her and comfort her and do with God's grace what they can with their healing hearts and minds and hands. And to those as well who lift up the healers with their prayers and gifts. The One knows each of u and calls you by name.
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