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Once upon a time there lived a princess with six brothers, whose wicked stepmother turned them all into swans...It's a little strange, I suppose. Every year on this day, I find myself telling that story, and every year I end up wondering on that little princess, and her bravery, and the long task she undertook in order to break the curse on her ( Read more... )

Memories...are odd things, aren't they ( Read more... )

Back home in Daventry, we have...something of a tradition of telling stories, you might say. I suppose it's only to be expected of a family with a habit of getting into adventures, but it's something we all do and something my father's court chronicler insists upon, besides. When an adventure is through and the journey home is finally at an end, ( Read more... )