Lumae
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Out of Legend
You think we come from some fairy story? You think we trip down the pages, as if they were steps from one of your fantasy castles? I assure you, we are there. But that is not where we come from. But the stories! you say. You think we are the stories? Oh, of course, we are… Continue reading
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Midwinter Ball?
Well, you have to have one. And I’ve been remiss, because there wasn’t one last year; there was so much going on with intrigue and all the mess over at White Owl. But, of course there’s planning to be done. And because Nathaniel is busy doing all that bureaucratic bs I abhor, I have taken… Continue reading
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Fitcher’s Bird (in her own words)
I am not weak. Now I have brought my sisters back, alerted my brothers, and made myself a creature of legend, there remains only the long, long walk that will trap the monster who intends me to be his bride. See how I glitter? He will never know me. Am I clever? Oh, yes; yes, I… Continue reading
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The Fae Duchess of Doncaster
Her Ladyship, Beatrice Canderiel, the Fae Duchess of Doncaster, spent a day in Dublin, where she was photographed with her prize dogs at Trinity College. After her formal photographic meeting, she invited the photographer to come with her to one of Dublin’s many beautiful parks, where she intended to show an eager class of primary school… Continue reading
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They Say We Dance
They say we dance the seasons of the year We sing the three Realms that the Old Gods kiss And call the Fae Folk when the mists draw near Look how we leave our shadows floating here And find the portals other men may miss They say we dance the seasons of the year Around… Continue reading
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Small World, Part 2
Another day, another breakfast. I get the feeling the weather may be about to turn; there’s a generous bowl of porridge this morning, a pot of coffee in addition to the usual orange juice. I wish once again that I could have coffee every day. Halfway through, it starts to rain. Great. This means I… Continue reading
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Setting Up for Writing Retreat!
OK, so I just got here and have taken a couple of hours to put things together, and you guys are not going to believe this place! We’re going to have the best week ever. I met the Air B&B owners at their place in Awenia, and they showed me to the portal. I don’t know… Continue reading
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zOOm at Trick Or Treat Lane!
Now, I’ve never been a “picture + credits” blogger, but I did know I wanted to use this background, and I did know I wanted to photograph the zOOm “Sarah” dress (you can get it at Trick or Treat Lane!). But it’s a full-stop kind of thought, and I guess the story is up to you. Of… Continue reading
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Autumn Reminiscence
I miss my Gran. Of all the people in my (adoptive) English/Welsh family, it’s her I’d really like to talk to. Because she’s the one who knows how it all happened, I’m sure of it. She handled the deal with the Sidhe, she arranged the “private” adoption for my London parents. And that means she might know… Continue reading
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Rain and Rain and Rain
Autumn comes early here. Engeland is known for its early autumns and late, short summers. I tell people, if you like rain, you should come here. And please make a space for me in your nice, warm country with all the sunshine. This? Is a bus shelter. You’d hardly know it from the lack of signage… 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 