Fallen Gods
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The Path to Sight

From Lira: A PedestalBeneath my feet andStone hard as a heartMy flowing gownBarely a gown and stoneStone all around I dreamed a galaxyAround me and I lostA race with tomorrowI lost a race: my eyesLost vision, but thereThe Sight found me I lost a race: the lightCaught my eyes andBlinded them: the fogRose up around Continue reading
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Nesting in Nysaris

From Gwyneth: There’s something about Nysaris that invites folk in. And I don’t mean the usual Faire, ‘Welcome! Everything is for sale’! invitation. No; there is something far deeper inside Nysaris, a city built around a goddess of hope. The Realm had such a Classical Greek atmosphere that I was surprised to find myself in Continue reading
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Season of Celebration
The last three months of the mortal calendar year, beginning with the end of our spiritual year and ending with the beginning of the next mortal calendar year, are always a whirlwind for me. If you start out sprinting, you’ll lose your stamina by the end of the season, and that does no good for Continue reading
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Top of the City
“Top of the City” by Kate Bush; YouTube link below. One more step to the top of the city Where just a couple of pigeons are living Up on the angel’s shoulders I don’t know if I’m closer to Heaven but It looks like Hell down there These streets have never been paved with gold Continue reading
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The Spirit of the Juniper Tree
They should know we’re watching. And in hindsight, many of them will say they do, they did. And yet. And yet. And yet we still bear witness to all the secrets and horrors that mortal lives suffer, and even welcome. Is it any wonder we dryads have no great love nor devotion to humanity? Better to stay Continue reading
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The Ancient and Honourable Company of Fae Pirates?
So, after the trip to Helgen Francis, I thought I was done with this spate of weird dreams. It’s not as if nothing interesting has happened since then, either. The Book Forest has rearranged itself. I went off adventuring to Eclectica for the first time in ages. And, possibly coincidentally, there have been whisperings through the grapevine that The Gypsy Continue reading
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An Oracle in The Rose

Funny thing about the Great Faire: you never know what will happen to you when you cross into a new Realm. I found myself in The Rose, for example, blindfolded. I held a pendulum in my hand; around my neck was another. And I knew, somehow, that I was up high. It might have had to Continue reading
About Me
Narrators Gwyneth, The Amazing Catwoman, Friðrós, Davi, and whoever else springs out of The Author’s head, live in the parallel universe of Second Life. You can read their stories here, or just scroll down to see what Gwyneth was wearing when she wrote it.
Gwen Enchanted is a story blogger, a fantasy fashion blogger, and a thoughtful in-world photographer.
Caution: contains poetry.














