Lelutka
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Pacing Battlements
Sometimes, even the supposed spring is too cruel to handle. You need a place to hide. Gwyneth discovered this beautiful tower on the edge of the Realm. Much of the snow has melted, but that does not mean the newly-revealed grass is anything short of freezing. More snowfall is predicted. Time to climb up. I… Continue reading
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Catching Hearts
So much to blog, so little time! The beginning of the month is always a whirlwind, isn’t it? All those great events opening up, finding out what our favourite creators have been up to…. I’m on several time deadlines: my holiday is almost over, and I’m preparing to go back to work on Wednesday, so you… Continue reading
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The Stolen Child
Where dips the rocky highland Of Sleuthwood in the lake There lies a leafy island Where flapping herons wake The drowsy water rats; There we’ve hid our fairy vats, Full of berries And of reddest stolen cherries. Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in… Continue reading
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Eve of Destruction?
OK, I am fucking nervous about this “Art Teacher” gig. You can laugh ’til you spit, and I will still be nervous about it. Because I know what secondary school children are like: I was one not very long ago, and I was a holy fucking terror. Is this what an art teacher looks like? I’ve… Continue reading
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Long-Term Contract
Owen didn’t come. He sent some minion of his. I stood out in the fucking rain. On the fucking roof. He sent a minion, some half-grown boy. “We’ve got a job for you,” says this boy. “Do we,” I responded. “Owen needs you to come to his place, as a human, tomorrow evening. Here’s the address.”… Continue reading
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Bringing Back the Light
These Dark Days will segue soon enough into light. So much work to do, before they’re done. And of course it falls to us magical beings to set the wheels of the Cosmos into motion, because we are the Beings who see those wheels. From the lonely strands of Winter, we weave the roots of… Continue reading
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Waiting
Patience is a virtue I’ve never had. So shopping at any time of the year with Nathaniel is a bit of a trial. Shopping with him at Christmas is a nightmare. Don’t get me wrong: I love him deeply, but I have seen this man stare at two waistcoats for three quarters of an hour, trying… Continue reading
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Morning After
So, yeah. I was talking about Clutie in my last post, and about how she just annoys me to pieces these days. As it happens, the morning after my little excursion into the Wylds, I was just sitting on the couch, playing with one of those winged cats I like so much—I don’t know why; they… Continue reading
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One of those Days….
The days grow short; the nights grow long. Well, that was profound, wasn’t it? Obviously my future as a poetic genius is secured. It’s funny how different the season feels to me as a “real” Winter Queen. I don’t feel like hiding. I feel like going out, exploring, all those things. Of course, I’m sometimes very… 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.
Three Twisted Knots 