In strolls an elderly English literary type. He stops, takes a look round, and realizes that this isn't his house. He dusts off his jacket and looks around.

"Erm - Hullo?"

Typist: This is Professor Digory Kirke from The Chronicles of Narnia, taken just after the Pevensies leave his home. And he is awesome.

He's a mess of blood, foaming some at the mouth, eyes shut and clearly dead. For the moment. There's a twitch of the paws and a wild snarl and he's on his feet. This is not where he had fallen. He's larger than any wolf and his eyes hold intelligence that could not be expected of an ordinary wolf, a mark of his superiority over the dumb beasts ( Read more... )

"Are there any women being oppressed here?"

"Don't be afraid to speak up!"

Winter has arrived, and it's progressing rapidly ( Read more... )

She's labeled it neatly, an envelope waiting for the Pevensie family. For Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy. Victorians are well known for their love of inviting friends away for the holidays, and the Angier family is no different. And it seems a beautiful chance to better know the gentleman Lydia has become involved with, as well as his family.


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How curious ( Read more... )

*because there hasn't been enough chaos in the Mansion lately (even though it did explode earlier) and because the typists would probably threaten him with make-up if he didn't do this, Crowley has decided that really, there's nothing more chaotic than a bunch of little kids running around and wreaking havoc ( Read more... )

She stumbles out of the closet. Deeper and deeper she had moved into the place that she thought she might come out in Narnia ( Read more... )

Put up your hand anyone who hates PETER PAN.

*he's positioned himself in the main room of the Mansion, reading, and on either side of his chair is a huge bowl of Halloween candy (fun-size candy bars, now-and-laters, jawbreakers, bazooka gum, and more-- all the classics ( Read more... )