Three Twisted Knots

Not all those who wander are lost.

From Friðros: She brought me to a strange, almost empty landscape in the middle of the night. There was an Oberon standing guard, a single mill on a river, and a massive horn. ‘What are we doing here’? I asked. ‘I’m going to do some making’, replied Gwyneth, ‘and I thought you might find it …

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We ask this of everyone We ask, when they come to us, full of fear or hope or promise or anger, Would you everything to be beautiful? The hopeful and promising ones, sometimes even the angry ones, they say, “No, no; never.” The fearful ones, they wait to see what the others say, and then …

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How would you feel, if someone came to you and said, Queen, Senator, your little life is a speck, and you will be remembered only for the children you bear? How would you feel? I don’t like these dreams and prophecies. My work is here and now, preserving peace, making the universe a bit better …

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It’s Faire Time. This year, I’ve sent a party ahead of me, just to scout around and see what there is to see. I’ll wait until the furore dies down and I don’t have to worry so much about handling huge crowds in the Fairelands. Of course, there will be crowds throughout, but the heaving …

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This is not your world. Were you to step into it, My Fae Realm of Awenia, you would change, because it, the Realm, would change you. There is no way to enter Faerie, any Faerie, and return the same. I know this as well as anybody knows it, because I have stepped into Faerie many, …

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There’s something about a cloudless night. Or that’s how it seems. I recall my (human) father always referring to a moon covered with clouds as a ghostly galleon, after the Alfred Noyes poem. And maybe we don’t associate a clear night with magic, or omens, or stories. Maybe. Maybe we don’t. But I felt something. …

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I have been absent a while. I can only apologise for that. Thanks to the many Awenia Fae who kept My Realm safe over the last few months, and thanks also to you, invisible but important readers, for bearing with me and having faith that I, like the light, would return. ‘Constant as the moon’, …

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I remember everything. From the first haunting strains, through the climax of Act I, and into the tears of Act II. The details come to me in dreams: the places we went, the melodies we shared, the deep red of roses, the underpinning of music, and the love of music, and the longing for the …

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I don’t really know what chapter this is, so we’ll start with one since that’s where everybody else starts and I might as well fit in in some way. I am Valoisa Saga. I am from Tampere, in Finland. I am ninety, very young for an Elf, but you didn’t hear me say that. It …

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Dear Gwyneth, I’ve begun this letter many times. Sometimes I even finish it. The first time, maybe even the first ten times, I wrote it, it started, continued, and ended with apologies. I think I’m past that now, which is one reason I hope that once I finish this letter, I may hit “send” and …

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