[OOM: In which Cora loses one good friend, and finds another.

and, meta-ly  An Epilogue, of a Sort, Occasionally in Bullet-Point Form

takes place after this ]

Time passes. Conversations ebb and flow. And finally a mood comes over--not the room, but certain tables in it.

And Yuna, perhaps naturally, has been keeping an eye on each of those tables. She feels it, too, when the time has come, and she rises, her face solemn and composed, and moves towards the door to the lake, carrying her staff. She pauses ( Read more... )

Sunday, Lucy said to him. Sunday, to go home.

That's today. And the part of him that's still tied to this world -- the small and shrinking part -- says it came so fast.

Most of him is achingly ready to go home. To rest. To see, again and forever, Aslan's country where there is only joy ( Read more... )

Edmund is in the bar, with tea. Because he is, in some ways, quite predictable ( Read more... )

It's soon, is the thing.

That's agreed, and that's true, and that's just as it must be.

The worst part is that she's not sad about it.

Sad about the people she can't take with her, but not the leaving. Which, she supposes, is proof that it's time to truly go.

That doesn't make any of it easy, just right ( Read more... )

Look quickly, when the door opens, and you'll see low, rolling foothills covered in rich green grass under a clear blue sky--country that looks almost too perfect to be real.

And then the door closes, and there's nothing to see but Tirian of Narnia and Eustace Scrubb, both smiling, somehow unsurprised to find themselves back in Milliways.

It's pretty out by the lake. More than ever, in this Scottish summer; wildflowers are blooming under the trees and scattered through the grassy lawn, and the gardens are a profusion of herbs and flowers, and the mountains rise green and hazy at the horizon ( Read more... )

"Aimee Lucille Evans, please come to Mummy," Susan Pevensie Evans sighs, as she enters her daughter's bedroom. This was Lucy's room, and her sister's favorite colors are still in place, brightened by fresh coats of paint ( Read more... )

[OOM: Some days ago, Lucy Pevensie and Archibald Craven had a somewhat disastrous exchange of opinions.

Immediately afterwards, in the House of Arch, Edmund finds his little sister, and old patterns prove easy to return to, if not precisely happy.]

Raziel clawed his way out of the floor and shook his entire body. Bits of material flew off, and the strange, decrepit, human shape begin to take on the form of the skinless body Raziel had.

He looked around the bar.