Together We Fall, Together We Fly

Hold on to me tight, and we’ll fall away into oblivion

We will soar over the edge of the world, and leave the Earth behind

We will fly where even the skies and seas cannot follow

Where the stars glitter closeby, and the blackness shrouds us from harm

I promise to protect you, if only you will come with me…

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Come For A Walk With Me

Come for a walk with me

We’ll go on a journey

Far far away

To the secret door at the bottom of the garden, and beyond…

To the waving rushes and long grass, in the meadow no one has discovered yet, and beyond…

To the forest of wonders, where the great oaks and ferns make a leafy, sun-pocked sky, and beyond…

To the beaches, where the sand is so fine it’s like tiptoeing on feathers, and the waves curl up to tickle our feet, and beyond…

To the caves of glistening gemstones… and they glisten like your eyes, orange and green and gold, and beyond…

To the deserts of nowhere, to lie on our backs and gaze and gaze until our eyes can take no more of the infinity of shining stars, just for us, and beyond…

To our dreams, where we fly together, fall together, rise together…

 

And back again.

“There are other worlds than these.”

If you’re reading this, it means you’ve stumbled across the atom-sized portion of internet allocated to a mind full of fantasy-enthused, steampunk-enhanced curiosity. This is a mind prone to many a fantasy wandering, a mind which has travelled from Cair Paravel to the Land of the Dead, to Hogwarts and Westeros, and the Hungry Cities besides; a mind which has fallen down the rabbit hole, through the looking glass, and clawed its way back to Oz. This is a mind which fell in love with the Deepwoods and Sanctaphrax, and has since yearned for a skyship of its own to fly high amongst the clouds, to perhaps catch a piece of Stardust…

This mind belongs to Sarah, a name which means ‘Princess’, but in her reality should mean adventurer and explorer of worlds both material and fantastical. This is a travel blog, with a twist. For I have travelled indeed, to centuries past and milleniums not yet arrived, to times of terror and fright, love and happiness, war and peace, devastation and hope. Now, with my stories in tow, I hope to take my footprints over the globe, as Jim and Silver did, like Dorothy, in her silver slippers, stomping over the mountains like Frankenstein’s monster, and battling the endless skies like Cloud Wolf and Twig. It is time to don my boots, step away from the comfort and security of home, like Pip, and forge my own great expectations in the world.

“Go then, there are other worlds than these.” – Stephen King, The Gunslinger