Three Twisted Knots

Not all those who wander are lost.

We planned to attend the Faire’s glamorous masqued ball, but truth be told, large gatherings are making me a bit anxious these days. Of course, there are many satellite parties, so the Fairchilde was our choice for later in the evening. It only made sense that I spent my day before the ball in the …

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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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Music swells, a romantic chord progression working up from the fifth to the one, and then, a calming…. VOICEOVER: She’s always wanted this. Your little girl. Your princess. Your… angel. But it’s her dream, to wear a beautiful gown, to have her hair done, to step out with all her friends…. Even if, for her …

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They tell you when you start the roadThey tell you that the road is longThey don’t tell you it never endsThey don’t tell you that it’s all hills It’s beautiful, it’s beautifulIt’s long, it’s hard, and I am tiredAnd here among these picture booksPerhaps I’ll rest a little while They’re all well-kept, the picture booksLike …

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By Princess Briar Rose, aka, Talia, aka, That Girl, aka, The Cursed One, aka, loads of other names people just haven’t called me to my face yet. I’m not allowed up to the moor To catch the copper twilight slant I’m not allowed even to view The windows of Maleficent I’m not allowed to visit her …

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I had an American friend in uni who told me she grew up thinking that staircases were magical and only wonderful and important people, magical people, would have staircases. I asked her, weren’t there stairs in any of the buildings you visited back in your home country? And she was all, sure, but not like …

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This is the story of a rooftop and a memory, a memory I remade because it needed to change, and I will start from the end and then jump right back to the beginning, because I’ve recently learned that not everyone does this. I am a historical revisionist, I guess. Because here is the memory I …

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The moon wanted more of my night I turned off the engine and the headlights The trees appeared as they’d never been gone I promised the fields I’d return from now on And the moon kept on rising I had no more to say I put my road maps away And surrendered the day And …

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It’s not what you’d think. You’d think, if someone told you there was a door to autumn, that beyond this door there would be sweet smelling coffee drinks. And maple leaves. But the truth is, the journey to autumn, although it is always the same, is always changing. That was paradoxical. I am allowed to be …

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So it may come as a surprise to you that I slept part of the winter away in the Guest House. This is a beautiful floating island house created by the architects at The Looking Glass, and it’s so cosy. I love the castle, but it’s so big! Now, of course, it isn’t drafty, because when Riven re-engineered it, she …

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