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"One word, Ma'am," he said, coming back from the fire; limping because of the pain. "One word. All you've been saying is quite right, I shouldn't wonder. I'm a chap who always liked to know the worst and then put the best face I can on it. So I won't deny any of what you said. But there's one thing more to be said, even so. Suppose we HAVE only dreamed, or made up, all those things--trees and grass and sun and moon and stars and Aslan himself. Suppose we have. Then all I can say is that, in that case, the made-up things seem a goid deal more important than the real ones. Suppose this black...

The second installment in the Narnia franchise, adapted from C.S. Lewis popular young-adult fantasy novels, is slightly darker than THE LION, THE WITCH AND THE WARDROBE (2005), which is not to say that the first film is all sunlight and daffodils. But it does end with the implicit promise that, thanks to the courage and cleverness of the Pevensie siblings, human youngsters who rise to the challenge of righting a world where it's always winter and never Christmas, all wrongs have been righted for the foreseeable future. CASPIAN is predicated on the less comforting notion that the price of freedom...

“But Nurse, I'm not...not...tired...” The five-year-old trailed off into a yawn.

The old woman raised her eyebrows and chuckled. “Not tired, eh? We'll see about that, young prince.” She reached down to where he sat on the rug among his toys and hoisted him up with a grunt. “Gracious, child; either I have the strength of a frog or you're getting heavier.”

“A frog!" he giggled, clearly delighted with the idea. “Froggies! Ribbit, ribbit, rib--” He ended in a small hiccup and blinked sleepily. Nurse chuckled again and lightly tweaked his nose.

“Speaking of frogs (whether they ‘ribbit’...

This is dedicated to Siberian Christmas and Conner, who will be getting married to each other soon! Congrats to both of you!! May God bless you in your new life together! :-)

“They could see that it was a tall girl, dressed in a single long garment of clear blue which left her arms bare. She was bare-headed and her yellow hair hung down her back. And when they looked at her, they thought they had never before known what beauty meant.” –The Voyage of the Dawn Treader

Starlight

He could never clearly describe how he fell in love with her. It was too wonderfully strange to explain; something...

bear with me, im about to go nuts criticizing Narnia fan fiction here. ok *deep breath* here i go... i have nothing against the fan fiction itself... i write some in fact, but some fan fiction stories about the Pevensies... are...well... let me put it this way.... IT IRRITATES THE *beeeeeeeep* OUT OF ME!!! im serious. there are a lot of good Pevensie fiction out there, but there are sooooo many stupid stories that deserve to be burned!!! ...except...well... you cant do that online.... you can comment your criticism but no one pays attention to that.... anyway... i just finished reading one...