Lucy pulls Creature over in the highlands, in a little slope beside the hidden Loch.
It is night by now, but a warm glow comes from the small stone house at the waterside. A lantern hangs outside the door, illuminating a gravel path to the porch, and Creature rolls hesitantly beside her as they slowly tread up the lane.
"Don't be nervous," Lucy ( Read more... )

For the first time in three years that King Edmund didn't go with him to the Cair's royal library, High King Peter idly opened an old book and rediscovered Old Narnian.
It was not an immediate realization.
At first, Peter wasn't sure what to do. The sixteen-year-old looked down at the page, wondered why he couldn't read the text, and flipped to ( Read more... )

On the rim of the horizon, where the sun is slowing dipping behind the Western Wild, Narnia marches towards the Wood ( Read more... )

Peter: Sanity

Peter represents the two parts of mankind: flesh and spirit. Without Aslan, Peter is in danger of falling into a sort of beast mentality. He becomes savage, merciless, and childlike. If you've watched Prince Caspian you'll have seen the beginning warning signs that he has started to "forget Aslan." His territorial temper, impatience, ( Read more... )

"We can never know what might have been, dear one," Aslan had said.

No, thought Lucy. But the speculation was enough to chill her to the core.

And in a flash, she saw all that might have been:

Like a window of coloured glass, split by chance, and covering the scarred wood in peices.

A piece like

Couldn't I just have some more now?

And a match ( Read more... )