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Carrot and Coals… Stuart France

* …Wen seems intent on punishing herself again. I know. I know she probably has little choice but personally speaking I would be more than happy if we never went back to Bar-Brook-One… Ever! That  is not going to happen … Continue reading

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The Giant’s Tale

Throughout the books written with Stuart France many stories are woven. This is another of those tales that is woven through the Doomsday series… and one of those upon which we drew for the Feathered Seer workshop. It is a … Continue reading

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State of Persons… Stuart France

* If a person Fails to stand In right relation To story… * Continue reading here

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The earth mourns…

Throughout the books written with Stuart France many stories are woven. This is another of those tales that is woven through the Doomsday series… and one of those upon which we drew for the Feathered Seer workshop. It tells the … Continue reading

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Field of Sheaves IX… Stuart France

* …He leads her away almost carrying her.  They disappear into the blackness beyond the ring of flames. They choke on the oily smoke, blind with tears. * Within the flames A voice sings, farewell, to the stars… * The … Continue reading

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Smoke in the night…

Throughout the books written with Stuart France many stories are woven. This is one of those that weaves through the Doomsday series… and one of those upon which we drew for the Feathered Seer workshop… Years he had walked the … Continue reading

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Field of Sheaves VIII… Stuart France

* …The Clan of the Raven has withdrawn to the hills, to a high place in the sacred lands, nearer the centre. Their fires are dead, their hearths are cold, the hilltop silent under the moon. Others come. Others not … Continue reading

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