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Originally posted on The Persecution of Mildred Dunlap:
I’m thrilled that my soon to be released book, The Seven Year Dress, is in the final stages. I received the cover design today and wanted to share it. And also to…

The Silent Eye A recent trip to the Ashmolean Museum in Oxford brought us face to face with history, covering many centuries and many cultures. One of the things that struck me was the quantity of objects that were associated … Continue reading →

The Silent Eye Reblogged from Alethea Kehas The journey of the queen continues with the hunt… There was a time, perhaps a very long time as we like to measure it, when Guinevere was both the huntress and the hunted. … Continue reading →

The Silent Eye Lady Grene …your neck was saved by a Lady’s garter! Why, Gawain, you really are too much I believe little more than half of all that you have told me and I suspect, as you know only … Continue reading →

Originally posted on Jane Dougherty Writes:
Here is the photo for Sue’s Thursday prompt. The honeymoon suite, he’d said. A honeymoon to remember, he’d laughed. Can’t wait, she’d said. They arrived after nightfall. The tower that looked like a crag…

Originally posted on Naa Prapancham,My World…:
Aiming at the sky, clouds set as fumes, Singing songs of praise to the matryrs tunes, Rifel shaped tower, displaying power, fills everyone’s heart with pride n valor perfumes….

Originally posted on Sun in Gemini:
A Harvest of Earthlings In response to Sue Vincent’s https://scvincent.com/2016/05/05/thursday-photo-prompt-the-tower-writephoto/ ‘She called to me first!” he whispers into the quiet air as his deftly trained fingers used the most subtle of movements to spin…

This is Sue Vincent’s weekly photo challenge from The Daily Echo. See the bird, soaring high, Flanking me in a soft blue sky, Can you see my eyes so dim, Peeping out from the darkness within,… Source: Thursday photo prompt … Continue reading →

The Silent Eye Finding Gawain – Act Five (final part) Deep within the Hart, the white hands reach for him… And, in the space between the single drop of blood leaving his skin and hitting the dry earth beneath the … Continue reading →