Lumae
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Wrong Turn
Sometimes, Realm-Hopping isn’t as straightforward as I pretend it is for those who can’t do it. You’ll never find two beings who travel between Realms and do it the same way unless one of them taught the other, and even then, the student’s method will evolve into something more personal, which they might teach to someone else,… Continue reading
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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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In the Belly
There is a moment, no matter where I am in the Realm, a moment when I can feel the world begin to wake from dark to light. Today I was walking from the frozen lake, over the frozen ground, toward a little tea shop I like, and I saw, for the first time, grass growing through… Continue reading
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Shadow Play
I looked for songs about shadows to illustrate this post, but they all seem to be about being fooled by bad relationships or psychotic ex-lovers, and that’s not really what I wanted to talk about, so despite the fact that the chorus for Fish‘s song Shadowplay keeps going through my head as I write this, I won’t inflict it… Continue reading
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Other Jobs For Faeries?
Ah, morning in a winter Faeryland. And I emerge from my picturesque house (which is kind of a hovel, to be fair) into the crisp early morning, where everything looks a bit like a Thomas Kincaid painting … to go to work. There is definitely something wrong with this picture. Because I am off to attend… Continue reading
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ERROR: Out Of Cheese
Our first weekend away in I don’t know how long. Oh, it was going to be glorious! Clutie had gone ahead of us to the little cabin by the river and stocked the fridge, but other than that, we’d have no contact with Faerie unless there was an emergency of epic proportion. That was the… Continue reading
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Self Portraits in the Dead of Winter
Sometimes, sometimes, sitting here on my cloud My thoughts turn to fears I cannot speak aloud. It seems too much trouble, this holding ’til Spring And so in this darkness I whistle and I sing. Why did my life lead me to times such as these Where hope for the future’s as slight as the breeze Just give me one… Continue reading
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Sixteenth Night?
I know there’s something I’ve forgotten to do. The days go by so fast in this season, as if we’re hurrying Winter out the door. Which I guess, in a way, is what we’re doing, what with all the bell-ringing, sun-waking, clock-starting traditions. And of course: that’s what it is. My human mother always, without fail,… 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 