LINKDING

<blockquote>Here is a hard thing: adults' worlds are larger than children's. A place that feels next door to home for an adult can be a foreign land for a child.</blockquote>

<blockquote>A collection of fragments from Angharad Scott’s research and correspondence. In which another, less familiar, world is revealed, and stories are told. I have stood in the shadows of the lamassu. I have explored a Palace of unending rooms, utterly silent beyond the rushing of waters below and the caw of birds above. Your stories are true — and more than that, they are only a fraction of the stories that can be told.</blockquote>

<blockquote>A Staryk girl with a Jewish name</blockquote> ➤ YESSSSSSSS this is so good

<blockquote>No one will sleep until the Princess learns the Stranger’s name. Liù the slave girl, who has loved the Stranger since before his exile, when he was a Prince, when he smiled at her—Liù alone knows who he really is. So it is Liù who is dragged to the Princess’s garden by night, bound, ankles twisting as she stumbles through the peonies.</blockquote> ➤ Not sure I quite follow the ending but it works anyway

<blockquote>A chance meeting between two women in Monte Carlo.</blockquote>

➤ Anaander Mianaai's early experiments in multiple bodies

<blockquote>A few years into his reign, Henry IV is troubled to learn of mystic attracting followers to his revels in the Forest of Hainault. Some say he's a saint or prophet, others that he's a vision of Christ himself. Many have noticed that he resembles the old king, Richard II. Prince Hal - always curious about the latest novelty - takes his friends to see, but his cynicism melts away in the presence of the charismatic, kingly figure, and so eventually does his sanity. Henry must take action to restore order to his family and his kingdom, but what chance does order stand against this powerful and delicious chaos? A reworking of Euripides' Bacchae in the world of medieval Christianity and Shakespeare's histories.</blockquote>

<blockquote>The sorceress keeps her magic on the hearth, under a big, iron cauldron where its red glow can mix in with the always-dying embers. --- Days of a nightingale & dreams of her lover</blockquote>

<blockquote>An unexpected summons from Mother Proudfoot brings Millie and Christopher back to Series Ten, in an investigation of the welfare of the latest Living Asheth.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Once there was a little girl who tried very hard not to be born. Her father the king and her mother the king’s wife had six children already – all sons. </blockquote>

<blockquote>If Joan had to summarize her observations of Cookie to Sherlock – and, who is she kidding, he's celebrity-obsessed and will probably wring it out of her one day – she'd say that she's a woman who strikes out first with her weaknesses and hides her strengths until they're needed. It's nearly enough to knock Joan off balance.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Greed may have been what forced Marley to walk the earth for all eternity, but he felt more bound in life to never be able to love whom he wished.</blockquote>

<blockquote>A record of the sub-committee's interview of Maggie Farrell, Somnotician and candidate for the position of artist on the delegation which will shortly leave Earth to make first contact with the inhabitants of Toliman B.</blockquote> ➤ Again: AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

<blockquote>I didn’t take her voice for myself. I want to set the record straight on that, right up front. People got a lot of crazy notions in their heads, the way the story got around, and that was one of them.</blockquote>

<blockquote>However you tell the tale of Bluebeard, he always dies. Sometimes it just takes a little longer to kill him.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Paul Simon may have taken a few liberties with the events, but here's what REALLY happened down by the schoolyard. In addition to our narrator, it features Mama, Papa, the radical priest (and some of his less savory brethren), a reporter for Newsweek, assorted members of the law enforcement and legal professions, Rosie the queen of Corona and, of course, Julio.</blockquote>

<blockquote>The charming and delightful tale of the Ingalls family’s extraordinary life as they do their best to survive after an onslaught of unspeakable undead horror.</blockquote> ➤ okay so apparently what I need to be able to enjoy zombie fic is for it to be written in the extremely straightforward and optimistic tone of the Little House books???? ➤ also at https://archiveofourown.org/works/424713

<blockquote>Private detective Marie Slade is landed with a strange case that just keeps getting stranger. Will she be able to solve the mystery before it's too late?</blockquote> ➤ a 12 Dancing Princesses noir au. not a happily ever after.

<blockquote>Child Ballad 32 is a loathly lady story. The only popular version I know of is Steeleye Span’s “King Henry,” on Below the Salt. I have had this album for well over a decade, and occasionally I found myself wondering about the monstrous lady in the story, and even more about King Henry, who agreed to kill his horse and hawk and hounds to feed her. I don’t know that I’d easily forgive someone who forced me to kill my dog. This had been kicking around in my head for the better part of a decade, and then I was privy to a very odd conversation in a bookstore about people with extreme forms of body dysmorphic disorder, and then I drank a lot of coffee and drove for about forty-five minutes and “King Henry” came on the CD player and I went home and wrote the story in one long jag, which probably explains a few things about it.</blockquote>

<blockquote>The wolf stalks her, and she hardens. The wolf eats her grandmother, and she hardens. The huntsman saves her, cuts her free, and Scarlett watches the old woman she loves so well beat him with a nearby walking stick, furious beyond the telling of it that they didn’t just let her go. She hardens. She grows up. She is not little anymore, though she will always be Red. She was born screaming. There are worse things in the forest than wolves.</blockquote>

<blockquote>In the capital, where our Queen lives, there are two universities.</blockquote>