Love, love, love it! The Old Ways returning, your beautiful language. You stories always leave me feeling as if I've actually been there, and just forgotten. Magical!
Thank you Katharine. I think I like the whole missing the old days feel because I think I do too. If I can write that way, enough to make you feel that you have been there that makes me proud.
I always hope my stories feel like a spell gently cast, not to dazzle but to awaken something quiet and half-forgotten. That you felt the rhythm of breath and bone-deep memory means the world. The villagers didn’t need to be told who they were. They simply remembered.
And maybe that’s all any of us are trying to do, really.
I'm so grateful the story lingered with you. I'm holding your words close as I write the next one.
I love the way you can craft magic into a place that feels known, turning into something extraordinary
That is a very special comment. Thank you. I think we all need some extraordinary in the known.
This is so beautiful. As I read, I could feel tears on my cheeks. An enchanting story full of 💖
I missed this comment in my turmoil. Thank you. The tears.. I have them reading your comment.
I like this very much. The style too, poetic.
Thanks a lot Jane. Love that it reads poetic.
Love, love, love it! The Old Ways returning, your beautiful language. You stories always leave me feeling as if I've actually been there, and just forgotten. Magical!
Thank you Katharine. I think I like the whole missing the old days feel because I think I do too. If I can write that way, enough to make you feel that you have been there that makes me proud.
This is so incredibly imaginative. Every detail is written so beautifully, and so carefully. It conjures such vivid images. Amazing job!
This means more than I can say.
I always hope my stories feel like a spell gently cast, not to dazzle but to awaken something quiet and half-forgotten. That you felt the rhythm of breath and bone-deep memory means the world. The villagers didn’t need to be told who they were. They simply remembered.
And maybe that’s all any of us are trying to do, really.
I'm so grateful the story lingered with you. I'm holding your words close as I write the next one.