Haunted Mirror

Anyone want to critique Knight-Errant or Heart's Desire, a fairy-tale style fantasy short story? It's 4k. Help me out if you can!

The people who have read so far have liked it a lot and not given me much to work with for rewriting. *g* Any volunteers will also be welcome to help me get this story a real name!

I think I might finish a book pretty quick here. I also started a new short story in the world of "Kansai Hop" (more generally useful: like a slightly less boys-book Artemis Fowl universe) which I will cut but still put most of the opening here. Despite the fact that it's not Teaser Tuesday or anything.


Larry ambled down to the marquee, bland expression fine tuned so he could internally sneer at the knocked-in neighboring sign for the ugly wonder of a Funeral Home.   ...

 

This is placed in a specific time in bordertown Claremore, BTW. ^_^

These are the sort of things you create and try not to think about what profound throughts you could have been thinking if you'd resisted the urge...
Guess the tributes!       [not really. spare yourself the "What If?" agonies of wasted time.]

Rainbows on bubbles and great winged horses
Snowdays with Tumnus and werewolf keen noses
Gamboling kitsune, sly leprechauns
My favorite illusions, once seen and they're gone

Kings born in exile with old broken sabres
Changelings and deep wells and candles and prayers
Angry steep mountains with snow to hunt dwarves
Mad wives in attics and those fey secret drawers

Time full of wrinkles, impossible heroes
Wrestling with Grendel and magical bureaus
Avatars running from demigod des'ny
My fav'rite illusions are running away with me.

Alphabets forming from thornbush and briars
Phookas that prefer to ride on two tires
Redheads, tea, dragons, elves, shoes, steel, owls, rain
Here let me tell you my favorites again...


Hint: I cheated.

So, this instead of finishing another major edit on Beastly. I will scoping out new guinea pigs predictably later than I like and sooner than is good for you.

In honor of it being Tuesday and having actually accomplished something Monday, here's an opening bit of the story I've been working on.

 

O come, Desire of Nations, bind
In one the hearts of all mankind:
Bid ev'ry sad division cease
And be Thyself our Prince of Peace.

Rejoice! Rejoice!
Emmanuel shall come for thee, O Israel.

This morning I was [re]given the gift of personal internet access. It is a wondrous thing.

I've been having fun being the posessor of monies to buy people presents. And tickets to Panama. And spending money to enjoy the thought of going.
It's funny to be rich.

But I am. Not in most peoples' perspectives, but to me? I am verra, verra well off.

I can read again. I read The Changeling Sea, which is a book that I feel richer by merit of reading it. I'm working on L'Engle's A Circle of Quiet and fascinated that her Walking on Water is rivaled here. For any YA Readers:


So, I'm feeling quite rich and comfy at the moment. Hobbitishly content, as it were.
I'm not quite done with the Shadow Thieves (Chronus Chronicles 1.) but it is lovely, lovely work.
I love YA novels.