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    Hello! My name is Laura, welcome to my blog! I write weird stories, collect dragon plushies and stay up too late with my nose in a book. I am a wife, mom and child saved by grace. My hope is that you find encouragement here or at least a smile or too.
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  • “Now go, write it before them in a table, and note it in a book that it may be for the time to come forever and ever.”
    ~Isaiah 30:8.

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    We have come from God, and inevitably the myths woven by us, though they contain error, will also reflect a splintered fragment of the true light, the eternal truth that is with God. Indeed only by myth-making, only by becoming 'sub-creator' and inventing stories, can Man aspire to the state of perfection that he knew before the Fall. Our myths may be misguided, but they steer however shakily towards the true harbour, while materialistic 'progress' leads only to a yawning abyss and the Iron Crown of the power of evil.
    ~J.R.R. Tolkien

    "The only just literary critic," he concluded, "is Christ, who admires more than does any man the gifts He Himself has bestowed."
    ~J.R.R. Tolkien

    “Fantasy is escapist, and that is its glory. If a soldier is imprisioned by the enemy, don't we consider it his duty to escape?. . .If we value the freedom of mind and soul, if we're partisans of liberty, then it's our plain duty to escape, and to take as many people with us as we can!”
    ~J.R.R. Tolkien

    "Writers who see by the light of their Christian faith will have, in these times, the sharpest eye for the grotesque, for the perverse, and for the unacceptable. To the hard of hearing you shout, and for the almost-blind you draw large and startling figures."
    ~Flannery O'Connor

    You write to communicate to the hearts and minds of others what’s burning inside you. And we edit to let the fire show through the smoke.
    ~Arthur Polotnik

    Words - so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them.
    ~Nathaniel Hawthorne

    "There are forms of insanity that condemn people to hear voices against their will, but as writers we invite ourselves to hear voices without relinquishing our hold on reality or our right to control."
    ~Writing Fiction by Janet Burroway

    Christians have sometimes been suspicious of stories, because they really can influence you. If you read the Twilight novels once a month for a year, I think you'd be a different human afterward—and not a sparkly one.
    ~Nate Wilson

Stephen of Scarborough (Part Six)

I grunted as I tugged on my stiff, black leather boot, dancing around on one foot as I attempted to force the stubborn thing on.  When I finally succeeded, I repeated the process with the other boot.  William chuckled as he watched me.

“It’s easier if you sit,” he pointed out, merriment dancing in his brown eyes.

“Is that so?”  I scoffed.  He knew quite well I never did things the easy way.  I grabbed my scarlet tunic from the cot, pulled it over my head, and carefully adjusted it so that it sat straight over my mail shirt.  I buckled my sword around my wait and picked up my gloves. 

“Well,” I said turning to William who stood ready and leaning on the doorframe.  “Let’s get this over with.”

He chuckled again, “Any young knight would find it an honor to sit at the sheriff’s table.  You make it sound like an execution.”

“Firstly, we’re standing, not sitting.  And secondly, I do not count it an honor to watch as fat Normans stuff their uncouth faces.”

William shook his head, “Just mind your tongue and your head and you should be fine.”

“Then perhaps I should leave my brains behind,” I said putting on my gloves.

“Why not show that you have some,” teased William straitening his stance.

I crossed my arms and stared at him.  “Very well cousin.  To prove to you I can mind my tongue I shall only utter words that are the essence of propriety.”

“I’d like to see that,” he looked over his shoulder as a horn sounded from the courtyard.  “Come along, Mr. Propriety.  A king’s feast awaits and we’re to oversee the affair.”

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  1. Daniel

     /  October 27, 2009

    Ooo… cool!

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