The Joy of the Lion is My Strength: A Christmas Story from the World of The Silver Chair
BY HANNAH SKIPPER It was the kind of Christmas morning that could make a proper Marshwiggle sit up a little straighter, with grim self-satisfaction in their dour personality, as a brisk northeasterly wind swept off the ocean and across the moors, leaving a dusting of sleet across the hilly lichen covered ground where the Narnian …...
