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From Friðrós: Over the years, I’ve learned to anticipate some things about Her Fae Maesty’s habits and movements. For example, when we return from the Great Faire, there will be an influx of new ideas, imported items to integrate into the existing landscape, and it doesn’t surprise me any more. But when she declared herself in love with the permanently eclipsed, yet still bright sky of Memento…

From Lira: I’ve been reading up about the mating habits of the polar owl. Uggla could be gone until sometime in late August! Assuming he finds a compatible girlowl (and surely he has, or he’d be back by now), they will co-nest in a nice little ground hideaway, and there could be like a dozen eggs! (Not like that. A dozen eggs that will hatch into owls.) And, like, he didn’t mention how long he’d…

From Lira The Amazing Catwoman left a note on my new coffee table. It was just lying there when I came in from getting coffee. I hadn’t noticed it before, but then I hadn’t been looking at the coffee table before, so I have no idea when she might have left it, except I know it was not there last night before I went to bed and I am a little disturbed to think of her coming into the house when I…

From Lira: I only speak French because of my lexicological permanence. I am also lexicologically enhanced to understand Latin, Greek, Enochian, Aramaic, Hebrew, Russian, several varieties of Demifae Cant, Scots Gaelic, Irish, Welsh, Cornish, Manx, Polari, and I don’t know what-all else; suffice it to say that my chimeric lexicon is vast; I have only rarely come across a manuscript I could not…

From Gwyneth: My darlings, we have come to the end of another Great Fantasy Faire. As this is a bittersweet year, I thought it would be good to end our sojourn in the Realm of Stoneveil Crossing. Here, we wandered through a Realm of memory and, although it may be difficult to imagine endings endlessly enacted, a land of memories making their way into myth, or oblivion. Oblivion, I think, is…

From Lira: Well. I’m not even going to try and explain where I’ve been for the last six months. It’s just too much. And for most of this year’s Great Faire, I’ve been too busy running around with — OK, most of my friends seem to be animals, and that isn’t strange or weird at all — a cat called Slaine (that’s pronounced “Slan-yah,” according to her), and a Wolf called Peregrine. Uggla declared…

Hiya, my loyal followers (all two of you!) Gwen Enchanted forreal here. I’ve been ill, so I’ve been taking some time off blogging, but we’re heading in to that Month of Madness, so get ready for news of Trick Or Treat Lane, Awenia’s Changing Landscape, Friðrós’ magical journey, Lira’s misadventures, and more new things to discover in the weeks ahead. I didn’t make a note of it here because I so…

From Lira: Now, you may be wondering how I found my way back home. I know I would be. Just wishing I could go home did not help at all. Instead, after a brief lecture from Morti (remember Morti? Morti the mare!) about when and where spaces in the narrative (I am not hyberbolising: that is exactly how she phrased it) appear so that, and I quote, “you can get some kind of control over those first…

From Lira: Malaclypse is a made-up name. It was made up by this guy who wrote a book called Principia Discordia. It was the pen name he used. For some reason, he thought it would be fun to invent a religion, and then he made his way into some pop cultures in some Realms and became a character in a book called Illuminatus! in others. In some Realms, he did both—my notes say these are dark…

From Lira: This dreaming thing is weird. I looked up “dreaming” on the Internet, and apparently human mortals have written whole books about it. Entire philosophies seem to crop up. Some folk seem to think dreaming is simply the human brain firing synapses at night to keep itself busy, I guess, while the body is at rest. Others seem to think that dreams are ways of working out human problems.…

From Gwyneth: Let me be clear: My Prince Consort is a genius beyond compare. Not only is he the love of my life and the light of my eyes, he is a formidable warrior when armed with an abacus, and, more recently, a duly licensed copy of Microsoft Office. As with most things, it started out as an ordinary day, even a good day. I’d been down in the unicorn meadow overseeing the arrival of a new…

From Cherish Gelato: As you know, Dear Readers, I have been away for some time! But nothing stops your intrepid editor from learning the real truth and sharing it with you, my loyal and supportive supporters. I first learned of today’s subject, Lira, through some backchannel gossip I picked up at the Great Faire, because of course you know the best gossip is always at the Fantasy Faire. It…

From Lira: You may not be aware of this, but Chimerical Librarians (and I would assume other Chimerical creatures) are not meant to dream. In fact, there is debate as to whether we need sleep at all. I like sleep, and so I do sleep, but there is in fact an entire Chimerical rabbit hole in which I would spend the entirety of this post rabbiting (see what I did there?) about whether or not I sleep…

From Fridros: It’s Change. That’s the only constant. My pabbi used to say that, and I’m pretty sure he got it from his pabbi. And since you can find it or some permutation of it, I can feel confident they did not invent it but got it from others, as well. I’ve been thinking a lot about this series of conversations with Myrkandraum. He’s off somewhere right now, but he told me when we met that I…

By Blossom Peasley and Veronica Gumm Blossom: My mum is a seamstress. And she works for Veronica’s mum. Veronica is so cool; she’s the coolest girl I have ever met, and I would do anything to be her friend. But faeries don’t go to the same schools as human kids do: it’s against the law. We have special schools, which for me means I have lessons four times a week with my auntie Tulip Peasley,…

From Lira: Today is the Summer Solstice, so I headed over to the Midsummer Enchantment shopping faire. It’s always beautiful, and I love summer. There were some gorgeous things to see, and, of course, buy! Right from the start, I felt more beautiful. I ran into the Hexumbra Faedragons almost as soon as I paid my ticket fee and made my way inside the faire. They decided since there was purple…

From Friðrós: I caught Wulfrich singing the other day. I guess I hadn’t thought that he’d have a great singing voice, but he kind of does. It was kind of a furry voice, I guess? Like the sort of voice a bear or a wolf would have if they could sing the way humans and elves sing. That probably doesn’t make any sense. But that’s what I mean. Anyway, I didn’t want to disturb him or embarrass him,…