"And suddenly it is above her, circling around the mast, closer and closer until it whirrs near her head, surrounding her with a glorious perfume and the whispered words... courage, dear heart." || C.S. Lewis
But no one except Lucy knew that as it circled the mast it had whispered to her, “Courage, dear heart,” and the voice, she felt sure, was Aslan’s, and with the voice a delicious smell breathed in her face.|| C.S. Lewis
Throughout the world, witches, werewolves, vampires, friends of the frakenstein monster, living skeletons, murderous clowns who really just want someone to see past their face and to love and befriend them, enchanting sirens, and spirits who dare not go to the world of the undead gather in one area in some area of North Carolina... Comment to join! Questions? Ask me!