Inspiring Faith and Creativity & Exploring the Arts through a Spiritual Lens
It’s just about the time of year when Christmas music becomes ubiquitous, to the joy of some and the chagrin of others. Whether one finds that Christmas tunes in public places contribute to the holiday…
December 5, 299 The morning of her fourteenth name-day dawned grey and cold. Sansa opened her eyes and closed them again almost immediately. She decided that if there was any day in the world that…
December 4, 299 Tyrion sat hunched over the table in his room, worrying for the umpteenth time about the royal coin. Robert had driven the country into terrible debt, and Joffrey's war had done nothing…
November 9, 299 The morning after her wedding, Sansa woke to the sound of a door opening and Tyrion grumbling from the other side of the room. "You really ought to knock...." "I'm sorry, M’lord."…
November 8, 299 Tyrion took a breath just outside of Sansa's bedroom door. He smoothed a hand over his crimson tunic and then reached up and rapped on the scarred wood. There was a rustling…
November 7, 299 Sansa woke to the feeling of the sun against her face. She yawned, stretched, and rolled over, her bare feet finding purchase on the icy floor. There was no fire in the…
November 6, 299 The morning found Sansa at the tea garden, sitting on the stone wall and staring out at the sea. It was hazy this time of day, the clouds kissing the waves and…
Sansa stared at her reflection, touching her fingertips against the dull cloth that had been selected for her. "From what I can tell, the dressmakers in Highgarden will be far superior to the ones in…
I stood in front of the rather shabby-looking reception desk, waiting for the hostel owner, Evie, to return with my passport. At least the hostel was clean, which set it apart from many of the…
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