Inspiring Faith and Creativity & Exploring the Arts through a Spiritual Lens
Protector yet himself sustained, Entrusted with the nation’s cares; To battle! The Magnificent Enshrined, High King of Golden Age, Remembered, he will come again. Saluted, lovely Queen, by men, Upheld in honor, high esteem, So…
Susan Helen Pevensie was only twelve years old when she became Queen Susan the Gentle of the Radiant Southern Sun, Lady of the Horn, the Marksman Queen. She is, by all accounts, still a child…
Author's Note: A short-story that explains how Father Christmas got back into Narnia. It elaborates on events concurrent with 'The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe. [Father Christmas – Santa Claus – is reimagined in…
Patiently, a man, a horse and a mouse waited near one of the fallen Christmas trees. The man wore red and gold, a military uniform, with a gilded helmet and simple sword. His deep brown…
Eustace sat cross-legged on the Pevensies' sitting room floor, tongue sticking out in concentration as he strung another piece of popcorn onto the garland that already spanned half the room. "Look at this one," cooed…
Five years after he is taken, what is Christmas like for Benjamin Barker and his loved ones? He’d long ago given up fighting. Solitary confinement was its own hellhole. It taught him his lesson, and…
It was All Hallow's Eve, and night had fallen early over Sherwood Forest. The greenwood lay in darkness, deep and velvety black, and a howling wind played through the high treetops, lashing branches and sending…
Beaumont knew the moment when his prisoner understood his news that her beloved outlaw was dead. Unlike most women he knew, she did not burst into tears or wail loud enough to bring down the…
“I knew well that it was he again! The assassin, the one who killed my Phoebus. Oh, Phoebus!” The priest mustered all his strength not to break the poor girl's wrist, which had been in…
22 Halimath, 1389. The start of a beautiful friendship... Frodo stepped out of the cart and looked at his new home. Bilbo turned to him and beamed. “Well, Frodo, my lad, what do you think?”…
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