Writer. Recovering stay-at-home mother. Member SFWA.
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The moon and stars were fled,
The hall was dark without song or light,
The fires were fallen dead.
The wind in the trees was like to the sea,
And over the mountains’ teeth
It whistled bitter-cold and free,
As a sword leapt from its sheath.
The moon and stars were fled,
The hall was dark without song or light,
The fires were fallen dead.
The wind in the trees was like to the sea,
And over the mountains’ teeth
It whistled bitter-cold and free,
As a sword leapt from its sheath.
I don't own a cat.
I don't own a cat.
Irish/Celtic/Whatever that's all well and good, but if you've yet to see David Bowie's Troll King tight pants & you've the least fae interest, then you need to see it! Let's share the joy!
Irish/Celtic/Whatever that's all well and good, but if you've yet to see David Bowie's Troll King tight pants & you've the least fae interest, then you need to see it! Let's share the joy!
I remember going to the jewelry store to buy it. Then we gave it to her for Mother’s Day. This year will be its 57th Thanksgiving.
I remember going to the jewelry store to buy it. Then we gave it to her for Mother’s Day. This year will be its 57th Thanksgiving.
Just got this in my mail. I'll be celebrating by ending my subscription.
Just got this in my mail. I'll be celebrating by ending my subscription.
The whole day was the sound of the horns of Rohan, and that’s meaningful. Maybe the most meaningful and the most real.
The whole day was the sound of the horns of Rohan, and that’s meaningful. Maybe the most meaningful and the most real.