The Numinous Weavings of a Catholic Author & Editor
I have borne the brunt of battles which were never my own, I have taken leadership when no true heroes were left to be found, I have stood up through the longest night of winter and survived. I am the last lord of the direwolves, the last kin of ghosts.
Is this the way of you mortals? Is this the thing you most fear? We have tasted it now, though we are unused to it…I am unused to it…you see? it is a terror to face it alone…oh, Estel, teach me how…stay with me…
“The galaxy will not know light unless you are out of it, Kylo Ren!” Rey’s voice was as furious … More
Where has he gone? The son that was once my own, raised alone without a mother’s tenderness? Has he … More
The little ones…the little ones were in danger… Boromir, still on his knees, clutches at the dead leaves … More
Darkness reigns. It penetrates. It permeates. It sings. And the man who would plug his ears to that siren’s … More
“What have you done? By the all the gods, what have you done to the poor girl?” “Dearest … More
Tyrion entered Sansa’s chamber gingerly, not wanting to make her uneasy by his presence. He simply wanted to see … More
From the first year Severus Snape taught Luna Lovegood in Potions Class, she was always getting on his nerves … More
Tossing, turning, and the night falling heavily, like a think mantle of northern cloth. There was no moonlight, not … More
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