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[unboundprompts]

can you give descriptions of missmatched eyes? Like one is a different color than the other? Tysm I love your page

Different Ways to Describe Heterochromia Eyes

-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.

She had eyes like spring and autumn, her left reflecting the fields of green pastures after rainfall, and her right the leaves that littered a winding road on a crisp autumn morning.

His eyes were fire and ice, both stained with an anger that they could recognize from a mile away despite their contrasting colors.

Their eyes fascinated him. They were too distinctly different colors, yet they matched together so well. Like puzzle pieces made perfectly for them and them only.

Her eyes made him think of the ocean, one the color of the sea and the other like the rocks that lined the cliffside by the old lighthouse.

His eyes were the sun and the moon. The left a beautiful shade of amber that reflected the rays of a bright afternoon sun. The right was a dark blue, and they were certain that if they looked close enough they could see the twinkling of silver stars.

Their mismatched eyes were concealed by their dark hair. She wondered why they wanted to hide eyes so beautiful.

Her eyes may have been unique, but he thought she was as plain as they come. Maybe that’s why she flaunted about her heterochromia so much. Out of desperation to be noticed.

His eyes were like a forest fire: one the color of the trees that once were, the other the color of ash and leftover embers from an unforgiving flame.

They had inherited an iris from each parent, but now whenever they gazed upon their reflection it only made them think of lost childhood memories.

He had eyes the color of autumn, the left reflecting the orange, yellows, and browns of leaves that littered the ground, the right the color of stubborn evergreens.

She had two different colored eyes, and he was certain that they were the same color as the two crayons he lost as a kid and never found. Turns out he was searching in the wrong places.

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[theitcharchives]

Looking for test readers

I'm splitting Taste of Copper in two bc agents and publishers don't like lengthy debuts, and I'm not going to try self publishing again unless I have to. Means both parts need to stand on their own, and that means revision.

I'm candidly looking for beta readers willing to read through 88k words and tell me what they think in this context, and general feedback, there's no fixed deadline but please don't just ghost me, only contact me if you're sure you can finish. I need comps too, can't think of anything besides GOTxBRIDGERTON.

I can't afford paid services or swaps at this moment.

Eye-catching details:

low-key fantasy, soft magic systems (aka The Magic Causes The Problems) in medievalesque setting;

queernorm setting (=queerness is normal in the setting);

sun and moon imagery with Sunshine Cheeky Love Interest falls first and Overthinking Yet Oblivious Moonlight Protagonist falls harder;

protagonist is asexual demiromantic, love interest is bisexual and very romantic (and very respectful of boundaries because it's sexy);

sociopolitical intrigue mostly based on the protagonist trying to Bedazzle Bespoke Bewilder his way through reforming society and gathering a pack of troublemakers to help him do so with investigations and trials (it causes more trouble);

festivals, balls, parties, teamaking, card games over tea, strategizing over tea, turning rivals into friends over tea, the usual;

opinionated horses;

equal focus on the pairing and on enacting large scale projects (writer is aroace and a plotter).

I'm especially looking for aspec readers <3

Let me know you're interested with a message on here. I can give you a google docs or a file in an email, just fill out the questionnaire I'll also link/send you.

Current pitch and first chapter (380 words) below cut. Here's a moodboard

Taste of Copper - Pitch

Ambrose Adenhart grew up walking the line between the noble mundanity and the wild mystical woods, ever restless, ever poised. He’d thought his duty in life was to inherit the Northern Doyen title and rule the Clifflands under the guidance of the Golden and Silver Crowns, healing his home after war and plague swept over it thirteen years before, killing his mother and poisoning the waters.

But when King Edric arrives at Orchard Haven telling him he is the one to wear silver, the gentler hand of ruling, Ambrose understands his life will be yet more complicated–even though a treasure of opportunities has been laid at his bare feet, the chance to expand his ideas from the North to the whole Realm of Rysde, and the perfect excuse to explore his own feelings and wants against the steadfast interest of the charming King.

Stepping into the heart of a Realm still pulling itself together, with his heritage casting shadows and secrets over him, Ambrose has to learn to rule the viper’s nest before the attempts to crush him, his ideas and all he holds dear succeed–the number of vipers biting at his heels isn’t what matters, but Ambrose’s own relationship to the poison.

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1 - The Apricot

Year 321 RU (Rysde United)

Second week of Late Spring

It was a warm late afternoon when Ambrose decided he fancied an apricot and changed the fate of a Realm.

To be fair, the handsome man with long curly hair wasn't supposed to be there, just napping in the Havenswood under Ambrose's favourite apricot tree. Nobody but him, his father and the gardener with her assistants were allowed in the heart of Orchard Haven.

He paused under the arched threshold, leaning against the smooth white stone. The man–certainly younger than his father, though also older than Ambrose, dark skinned and stubbled and entirely too relaxed under his tree–hadn't heard him arrive.

He fidgeted with his hands, pursing his lips and considering going back to the sunny library painted gold in the early sunset. 

He could have an apricot later. 

Yet, this was his orchard and the man wasn't supposed to be there. 

Dark eyes narrowed, he lifted a pale hand to tug at his coppery curls.

He really wanted that apricot. 

Ambrose adjusted the collar and hem of his light blue tunic so that it reached his knees, wished he'd put on shoes and breeches that morning, straightened his shoulders and marched up to the stranger dozing under his tree.

"Good afternoon, sir,” he greeted with practised courtesy. “You shouldn't be here."

The man's eyes twitched, and he opened one, revealing a hazel iris. 

"I can go wherever I want in my Realm, boy," he gruffed, low and gravelly, with an amused lilt. He puffed out a breath to move a long dark strand of curly hair from his brow.

Ambrose’s face heated in a furious blush as soon as the man's words sunk in. 

"Oh," he whispered, stunned. There was golden embroidery on the man’s red and black tunic, muted by the shadow of the tree. Nobody could wear gold on their clothes but the Monarch of Rysde.

He cleared his throat. "Your Majesty... you are a long way from the capital." 

When had he even arrived? The castle perched on the Foxridge would have noticed something like the royal party of King Edric proceeding through the cultivated Clifflands.

"Aye, I've come for you, little lord." The King squinted up at him and grinned. "You’re to be crowned."

[politetim]

Aurgin and Aileen, Part 0

This is the first chapter--the prologue, actually--of the serial fiction I mentioned. Curious to see how it goes. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Dawn broke in pinks and purples, gathering into bands that climbed above a horizon of tree-tops. Here and there it was broken by the tops and shoulders of mountains, their snowy peaks reflecting the splendor of the morning. Songbirds colored the silence with cheerful chirps and songs that bounced between branches and melded with the babbling of thin forest brooks.

Aileen took in this serenity from her bedroll. In her polished steel shield her reflection’s elven eyes gleamed with the dawn’s light. They flashed when she rocked back and rose to her feet, stretching the whole way. Brushing her auburn curls out of her face, she continued her morning routine. A small fire was built from the branches and twigs she had collected. Closing her eyes, she imagined it burning. Not just the dancing reds and oranges of the flame, but the snap of sap bursting free, and the glow of the light on the rocky ground. The way its peaty smell would fill her hill-side camp. The feeling of its warmth against her skin, how it would contrast with the chilly spring morning. When she had it focused in her mind, she gathered her mind and pushed.

There was a loud snap from the cone of wood and brush as a tiny flame burst into dance in its heart. Using her magic to light fires used to be a struggle, but a life of trauma and strife had tempered her willpower into steel. Half-Elven, her birth was a tragedy, not a joy. The marauding Elves of The Twilight Star had lived in hateful solitude for centuries, reaching out to the other Folkish races only to assault and enslave. They held all other races in contempt for they were the Firstborn, and saw the others as perversions of their form. In this way they justified prolonged war against every nation on Kyranta.

Aileen’s mother was human, but had given her up at a sanctuary to Tain. The word of the monks there was her only confirmation that her mother was out there, somewhere. The austere sanctuary gave her nothing but her own imagination to play with, and this inturn gifted her a powerful creativity with which to shape her magic. Tain chose her from among the monks, and gave her the path of cleric. She accepted.

Over a century later she wandered south in service of someone else. A dwarf with silver eyes and a gaze that pierced employed her on an errand of exploration. Murdoc talked like a Folk who knew more than he let on, and Aileen was compelled by her own curiosity to accept this quest. She was enroute to Ogroth, the jungle city of Orcs. Why Murdoc wanted to meet her there, she did not know.

It took her over a month to work her way south. Several detours had slowed her, but at last she was within a day of Ogroth. The cleric was hesitant. The monks rarely had positive stories about Orcs, and described them as hulking warmongers. For this reason, she had started wearing her armor on the march.

Aileen slapped a strip of salted pork onto the hot pan, and carved a slice off her stale loaf of Turgish Rye. Leaving it balanced on a rock to fry, she picked up her chain-mail shirt and put it on. A gambeson over top and a steel helmet completed the set, but she left them for now. Thanks to a wandering deserter she had encountered, she now also had battered plate sabatons for her boots. The bandit had been quite surprised to find her armed and armored, more than a match for a starving vagrant with shiny shoes.

Aileen savored the smell of her breakfast as she checked over her equipment. A canvas bag that was filled with stale bread and a bundle of salted pork, a bulging waterskin, and strapped with a rope. She ran out of soap a day ago, but figured that wouldn’t matter much in an Orcish city. Her steel shield was polished to a shine. It deserved the care, as it was her most expensive piece of kit. Dwarven-made and perfectly circular, it had cost her a small fortune in Turgandy, and served her well in her flight from the city when the guards caught her pickpocketing to make up the cost. It took a few nights of apologizing in prayer before she got her powers back. Tain did not condone thieving.

With a sprinkle of pepper, her breakfast was finally complete. Her chainmail clinked slightly as she ate straight from the pan, it too shined with polish. It didn’t need to, she just liked the way it looked. It was heavy, but decade upon decade of strength training and dense monk-food left her bulging with muscle. Hers was not the tightly-wound Elven body of her father, she hulked at 200 pounds of human power. The chain shirt’s bulk was barely a hindrance to eating.

After cleaning her pan in a gurgling spring and washing her face as well, she finished armoring herself, and at last picked up her mace. This was a gift from a paladin in Fortitude, the archipelago nation. It was a mastercraft with bronzed flanges and a satisfying weight. Tain rarely required violence from her clerics, but It did not ban the use of force. In a world as viscous as Kyranta, with drakes and Elves and things stranger than the undead, force was in constant need. She used it as she needed.

Fire stomped to ash and backpack fully loaded, Aileen set out with a lively step. The pinks and purples of dawn had faded into an even blue as Ankirat rose above the horizon, but the chill had faded with them. Aileen looked relaxed taking in the fresh air, but her eyes never stopped moving, and her mace was always just within reach.

[montecristohq]

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐏 — 𝙪𝙣𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨.

MONTE CRISTO .

monte cristo is a ghost town northwest of monte cristo peak in washington . the town was active as a mining area for gold & silver from 1889 to 1907 , and later became a resort town that operated until 1983 . following disastrous flooding of the road in december 1980 , and the decision not to make bridge or road repairs , the lodge closed for good . it burned under suspicious circumstances in march 1983 . people who hike to the monte cristo ghost town have reported voices yelling into the void , the sound of chopping wood , footsteps inside the cabins , the sound of hoarse laughter from the center of camp , and even apparitions that seem to shapeshift amongst the trees .

THE FISH LADDER.

ebbing off from a majestic waterfall, the fish ladder runs along the edge of the river. the incredible power of these falls have generated over the years, & the spring that flows through this narrow section of river is thunderous. however, the falls gradually become a turbulent stretch of thrashing whitewater. if you visit at lower flows you'll see the evidence of this power in the riverbed's smooth and sculpted granite. incredibly, a 240-foot tunnel was blasted out of the granite to allow the fish to access the fish ladder. built in 1954, they constructed what was at the time the world's longest vertical baffled fish ladder to provide salmon with an opportunity to reach the 30 miles of river above the falls.

OLD TRACKS & TRAIN BRIDGE.

the everett and monte cristo railway was built to transport gold & silver ores from mines in the central cascade mountains to a smelter in everett, washington. the first train reached what became the town of monte cristo in august 1893. however, the mining boom ended in 1903 as the failure of the railway to maintain service to monte cristo in the face of floods, landslides, winter snows, fires, and other disasters led to collapse of the industry. the railroad found a second set of customers among the timber companies. the everett and monte cristo tracks gave access to large areas of virgin forest, so the railroad was used to move raw logs down to existing mills. as the railway pushed further into the woods, new sawmills and roof shingle mills were established, and finished lumber and shingles were also shipped out by train. tourism was a part of the business from the beginning of the railroad. the mountain scenery was then and still is an attraction. a resort hotel, the inn at big four, was opened in 1921 along the rail line for guests who wanted more than a day trip to the mountains.

DWELLINGS.

maybe of the cabins are locked up, but old tools belonging to workers of the original township are still scattered about. these small buildings are less than half a mile from the main town & were mostly used as workshops and storehouses. *this will be the base camp. room assignments are as follows : kody + isla. reeve + kingston. milo + thomas. eliza + camille. muses are welcome to re-assign rooms or move thorugh in-character interactions.

THE GHOST TOWN.

the town survived as a tourist destination for several decades after its initial decline, but the county road was flooded out in december 1980, and the only remaining business in town, a lodge, burned down in 1983. that same year, a nonprofit group called monte cristo preservation association stepped in to save and restore the historical site ( cleanup of arsenic and other toxins left behind began in september 2012 and was mostly completed in 2015 ). notable buildings: the inn, the general store, the saloon.

THE MINES.

there are eight known mines surrounding the area of monte cristo : mystery, new discovery, pride of the mountains, pride of the woods, golden cord, comet, justice, and rainy mines.  some mining tunnels are dilapidated and unstable, making the traversing of them a daunting task.

ABANDONED HOMES.

MOUNTAIN CAVE.

[winvyre]

[Valerie's Story] Chapter 1: Omie (3/6)

It's the first day of spring: Omie's Festival day. Normally around this time there's still snow deep enough for the watchmen to need to clear the streets since we live in the Northern part of the Forest Region but this year the most we ever got was a few inches that melted a couple days later. And that was in the heart of winter. It’s odd.

Everyone’s festival outfits have furs and thick fabrics so they’re all wearing nice summer clothes instead which means a lot less red is present. It’s nice to see the rainbow in the square from my bedroom window even though the festival day feeling sorta relies on all the red. At least the pennant banners with Omie’s symbol and the hearthbloom wreaths hung all over the village are red.

This dress is my favorite. It’s lavender (my favorite color), off the shoulder like Omie’s though not as deep of a neckline, with long flowy sleeves and small butterfly embroidery all around the cuffs and bottom hem. The skirt hangs just past my knees so I can still run around in it and there is noticeable stitch work in a few places because it gets torn when I’m playing in the woods and Mom has to fix it. The biggest one came from getting caught on a branch when I fell from a tree. That’s why she gave me my vest. It’s brown and laces up in the front and it’s long enough to protect most of the skirt. The belt has a large silver buckle the same shade as my eyes which is why I picked it.

I guess the whole point of the festival is moot now because the winter was so unusual. We’re supposed to be thanking Omie for protecting us through the winter and keeping our houses warm. Oh well. The Believers will find some other reason to celebrate. I’m here for the games and the food!

Before any of the fun stuff happens we have to wait for the special service to be over. Today most people will congregate in the Megachurch in the capital, some of our neighbors will too, but Archfell is pretty isolated so our main temple will be at capacity. It’s got some nice stained glass windows but other than that it’s what Maurin would call “art deficient.” He’d also say “It’s like they think having three thousand candles makes up for how barren the walls are.” He would know, too. He counted. I wish he were here.

The temple isn’t the only place with candles today. Every booth has at least a few candles waiting to be lit. The exceptions are the candle-selling booths for obvious reasons and the booths run by the most devout of Omie’s Believers; they have a lot. They're usually the same booths anyway. According to the religion, the candles represent our hope and faith as a guiding light through dark times. There's a story about Omie arriving in a plagued, famished village and lighting all the candles with her holy energy. That story is the reason why Holywood, also named after the story, is the capital of the Forest Region and why the Megachurch is located there.

Francesca and I loiter outside the temple, listening in. The priest’s voice is muffled but I can still make out most of the words. “Benevolent Omie, uplift the lowest and alleviate their suffering.” Fran’s waiting for the watchman from the docks to exit so she can pretend to run into him. Mom says she's at that age where some kids start thinking about romance and to indulge her a little bit. That's why I'm here. She's too scared to talk to him alone. He's only two years older than her which is how much older she is from Kell. It shouldn't be that hard. Is that what I’m going to be like in three years?

“Gentle Omie,” the priest says, “care for us, show your love to the loveless, put our hearts and our minds at ease so that we may celebrate today.” Francesca's pacing. It's almost the end. “Let us recite ‘Our Lady.’”

The church goers chorus:

“Our Lady, Our Lady

Dressed in all red

The color of Hearth

The sufferers bled

Our Lady, Our Lady

She came from the sky

To help the unfortunate

And mend why they cry

Our Lady, Our Lady

Champion of Home

She takes care of us

We are never alone

Our Lady, Our Lady

We kneel and revere

We dance and we sing

Because you are here.”

I’ve never witnessed any other religious services but the Hearth Immortal’s worship has gotta be one of the most boring. How it became the most widespread is a mystery to me.

The temple doors open. Fran jumps and adjusts the pastel blue hair bow tying off her dark braid. She did it herself and is very proud of it. People pour out, ready to start the festivities. The first teens I see are Fran’s classmates she sometimes hangs out with. They look her up and down with an amused sort of disgust then snicker amongst themselves. She blushes and hides her face. What was that about?

The watchman is one of the last people to leave. “I can’t do it!” Fran whines.

“Just do it already! He’s leaving!”

“No! He’ll hate me! He probably already does!”

“Have you ever spoken to him?”

“Not directly…”

“Then why would he hate you? I’d understand if he’d actually met you-”

“Hey!” Fran’s nose scrunches up and her eyebrows furrow. I watch the watchman finish his conversation with an older couple before he starts walking again. This is stupid.

“Hey, watchman.”

“Yes?”

“Are you single?”

Fran rushes to my side, “I’m so sorry about her, she’s just goofing around.” she smiles nervously, dragging me back to our hiding spot.

“Any particular reason you wanted to know?” the watchman asks good-naturedly.

“My sister likes you.” I say without hesitation. Fran lets go of my arm to cover her face again as she sprints away. “Uh oh.” I think I messed up. “Disregard that. I have to go now.”

I find Francesca crying behind the temple. “Why would you do that?!”

“I was trying to help.”

“You didn’t help me, you just embarrassed me! The other girls are never going to let me hear the end of it. My life is over!”

“Fran-”

“Go away, Valerie!”

I back up, bumping into Mom. “What’s wrong?”

“I told Fran’s crush that she liked him and now she won’t talk to me.” I point to Fran curled in on herself on the ground.

“She just needs some time to calm down. You overstepped her boundaries and upset her. She didn’t ask you to confess for her so it wasn’t your information to tell. I’ll stay with her, you can apologize later.”

Oh. “Okay.”

Mom sits down next to Fran and I go to meet Kell at our rendezvous point: the spinning top stand.

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Channeling Ebony in that outfit description lol Half way through... buckle up!

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[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Starfall, seat of House Starfield and Medieval! Ladies Varda, Yavanna and Vána

Full list of the great noble house of Valinor can be read here.

Starfall was built within a shallow crater that spreads over twenty acres, hence its name. The sacred trees of Valinor, Laurelin and Telperion are located in this crater.

At one time, Starfall was all open gardens and walkways, but after Ungoliant attempted to destroy the sacred trees, a fortress was built around the palace and surrounding grounds. The outer curtain wall was constructed to look like a star, with watchtowers and ramparts facing every direction. A secondary curtainwall was built to secure the trees and the palace. The buildings within all have proper plumbing, thanks to gravity-fed ceramic pipes and an abundance of aquifers, springs, rivers, and lakes in the region.

1.The sacred trees of Valinor.

2.Sword Tower and Shield Tower: Home to the most experienced warriors of the Knights of the Grove.

3.The palace proper: A building rising several stories into the air, with several towers. The palace also has underground floors that house the kitchens, servants’ quarters, cellars, and an ice room. The upper floors have room for guests, the second largest library in Valinor, a great hall that has twenty hearths, along with rooms and corridors filled with art and sculptures.

4.Palace stables

5.Palace kennels for hunting dogs

6.Stables that have been set aside solely to house the horses of Starfall’s warriors and knights.

7.Smithy

8.Barracks: Much like the Shield and Sword towers, the barracks have their own kitchen and armory.

9. Kennels

10.Granary and Warehouse

11.Grace and favor towers: Each tower has small aprtments set aside for widowed spouses and minor children of fallen commanders, and for those who have provided the highest acts of service for House Starfall.

12.The healer's tower

13.Gatehouses

14. Secondary curtainwall and portcullis

House Starfield coat of arms: A five petal silver rose within a circle of seven stars, upon a midnight blue field

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[follyglass]

Follyglass : Hang

“All of the frames in this museum are merely stringent tradition, a mirage that plagues me in its constancy,” sniffed the gallerist eying the carved wood and gilt. No matter how many times she had said it aloud now, the gallerist had yet to encounter a like mind. After all, most people were culturally conditioned regard frames as a mere device in service to what really mattered: the delicacy, the pretty visions made by mixing powdered jewels in oil and swishing them about to mimic light and shadow and magnificent life rendered on a smooth piece of wood or copper. Most often they were portraits of those that were and now were nevermore.

Everyone remembers the cake that’s here and gone, nobody gives notice to the plate, unless it is filthy or cracked.

The gallerist thumbed the pendant at her collar, a small silver capsule that housed a gilded splinter; it was what remained of a work by Wm. Goodricke.

One day, she would find another frame by Wm. Goodricke, that bastard.

Ages ago, those that crossed the ocean did so with portraits of their loved ones. Since passage was prohibitively expensive for a whole family, there was one chosen to safeguard their surname, and then paintings were made and frames were carved. It wasn’t a cheap bit of magic at all, but it saved room and feeding. Shipwrecks and fire were fervently discussed. Children were calmed with cakes laced with laudanum. The painter worked their oils in a bid for the most realistic rendering down to the wife’s wry smile and the son’s plaid coat. When the painting was complete, the framer bound them so as to constrain their comings and goings… unframed portraits would awaken whenever they so chose, but a ship was not the place to reawaken. The one trusted family member carried them aboard, silent, careful.

On the new shores the frames were split and a family could spring forth groggy– but whole– from a painting to begin a new life away from what troubled them.

For many, this was a blessing.

But even the most benign of tools are found to be weapons by those that figure out how to wield them thusly.

The fearful Jack Westbury, known around The Ditches as Hollow-Eyed Jack, was eventually captured. The justice sentenced him to be painted, and so a rather glum-looking forest scene was painted, and Jack was placed behind a particularly crooked and particularly dead tree. The framer that bound the painting even signed his work: Wm. Goodricke. Many rejoiced. It was a punishment that required little of the taxpayers’ or crown’s money, and was not as distasteful as the crowd-pleasing tortures; surely, this was a kinder way to mete out justice.

More grotesque cases were found to be fit for The Painting, and eventually there were enough to fill out a gallery. Wallpapered in damask with tasseled curtains, this jail held no danger of stench or violence, and so many paid coin to witness not only the criminals themselves, but also to wonder at the skills of the artists and to see the rare but celebrated frame-breaking and freeing of those who had served their time. Most gallery-goers nibbled on thyme cakes and sipped ginger fizzes while guessing at crimes.

One-by-one more galleries were added, and people like the dishonest baker (guilty of padding his breadloaves with sawdust) found themselves hanging in gold among the crowds’ hush. Many took pleasure in the portrait of a rather ugly dog that nipped at people’s heels, relieved they could stroll Cotton Lane without being chased after. A father who had sent their eight-year-old son off with a tin of tea and a kiss in the morning had found his son the next day in the galleries, staring blankly from a lovely lake scene, for the crime of approaching the queen’s swans. The guards sternly reminded him that there were to be no outbursts in the gallery, lest he wanted to stand the same shore as little Henry.

Among the cruel jokes, there arose mutterings about justice, about liberty. A plan was enacted under the belief that cruelty of the system would not reach for the gloved hands of a group of lovely young women.

So, the gallerist and what she would come to think of as her sisters protested. They too, were hanged, bound by a frame crafted by the magic of Wm. Goodricke.

It was then that the public realized a wrong word, might cause them to spend more time in the galleries than they meant to, and so the galleries became vacant. Without the public funding, they closed. A fire took the records, and the nobles – eager to own the rare, the curious – exchanged anonymous money for paintings. Hollow-Eyed Jack was said to reside above the fireplace at a castle in Luxembourg. The baker was spotted at an auction.

Over decades, some frames cracked. Some were simply removed for cleaning or in exchange for something more fashionable, and those that were painted were set blinking out into a world that they knew nothing of. But they were free.

Through luck, the gallerist had found and freed the boy only three years ago. She helped him to learn the ways of the new world, even though she herself was stumbled daily by things that the modern folk found commonplace. And now she spent too many weekends of her young one-hundred-and-twenty year life searching for what might remain of her sisters in little shamble shops and museums and estate sales so that she might do them justice.

[dfroza]

A desert bird

it is Autumn on garden earth but simultaneously Spring

[Organ Pipe Cactus National Monument]

Ever seen a silver cardinal?

The beautiful Pyrrhuloxia (Cardinalis sinuatus) has a slightly difficult name to pronounce (PURR-huu-lox-i-a) but we don't mind. Perhaps because of its slightly tongue-twistery name (and its appearance), it's also known as the "desert cardinal". Use whichever you prefer; we're pretty sure this silver and red bird doesn't mind one way or another (but you might want to ask it just to be polite)!

To learn more about birds in the monument, visit

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when you read these instrumental words you see inside the heart of my thought-life, the inner space of silence

And you are free to allow them in, to communicate with my inner voice

(my heart & spirit)

writing in lines just as a poem, just like an ancient psalm that is read (although it is music, albeit silent in nature since contained “documented” in a Book long before recording music was even possible on garden earth)

And so we see the ancient writing of Scripture as a living body of work that “breathes…” (in Spirit)

and my spirit gently “mirrors” this, writing in lines just as (the inner rings) of a Tree

but my heart also reaches out in music, just as the sounds heard on earth in its True nature “instrumentally speaking”

like birdsong

(the inner silence) of a book as its heart is like the night sky… painted with words (as stars)

this is the inner room (the instrumental womb of thought)

And even the starry night sky plays music in praise of our beautiful mysterious Creator

The Holy One asks, “Do you really think you can find

someone or something to compare to Me? My equal?”

Look at the myriad of stars and constellations above you.

Who set them to burning, each in its place?

Who knows those countless lights each by name?

They obediently shine, each in its place,

because God has the great strength and strong power to make it so.

The Book (Scroll) of Isaiah, Chapter 40:25-26 (The Voice)

It is I who made the very ground on which you stand,

I who shaped the human beings who walk around on it.

I pulled the sky and the heavens taut with My own hands,

and organized the army of stars that march across the night sky.

The Book (Scroll) of Isaiah, Chapter 45:12 (The Voice)

Can you bind together a cluster of twinkling stars—

the seven sisters of Pleiades who keep company in the night sky?

Can you loosen the cords of Orion’s bow?

Can you lead the stars of the Zodiac out in their proper seasons

and guide the Bear with her cubs?

Do you know the rules of the heavens,

or apportion their influence on the seasons of the earth?

The Book of Job, Chapter 38:31-33 (The Voice)

When I gaze to the skies and meditate on Your creation—

on the moon, stars, and all You have made,

I can’t help but wonder why You care about mortals—

sons and daughters of men—

specks of dust floating about the cosmos.

But You placed the son of man just beneath God

and honored him like royalty, crowning him with glory and honor.

You ordained him to govern the works of Your hands,

to nurture the offspring of Your divine imagination;

You placed everything on earth beneath his feet:

All kinds of domesticated animals,

even the wild animals in the fields and forests,

The birds of the sky and the fish of the sea,

all the multitudes of living things that travel the currents of the oceans.

O Eternal, our Lord,

Your majestic name is heard throughout the earth.

The Book of Psalms, Poem 8:3-9 (The Voice)

The unfathomable cosmos came into being at the word of the Eternal’s imagination, a solitary voice in endless darkness.

The breath of His mouth whispered the sea of stars into existence.

The Book of Psalms, Poem 33:6 (The Voice)

He counts all the stars within His hands,

carefully fixing their number

and giving them names.

The Book of Psalms, Poem 147:4 (The Voice)

[Psalm 148]

Praise the Eternal!

All you in the heavens, praise the Eternal;

praise Him from the highest places!

All you, His messengers and His armies in heaven:

praise Him!

Sun, moon, and all you brilliant stars above:

praise Him!

Highest heavens and all you waters above the heavens:

praise Him!

Let all things join together in a concert of praise to the name of the Eternal,

for He gave the command and they were created.

He put them in their places to stay forever—

He declared it so, and it is final.

Everything on earth, join in and praise the Eternal;

sea monsters and creatures of the deep,

Lightning and hail, snow and foggy mists,

violent winds all respond to His command.

Mountains and hills,

fruit trees and cedar forests,

All you animals both wild and tame,

reptiles and birds who take flight:

praise the Lord.

All kings and all nations,

princes and all judges of the earth,

All people, young men and women,

old men and children alike,

praise the Lord.

Let them all praise the name of the Eternal!

For His name stands alone above all others.

His glory shines greater than anything above or below.

He has made His people strong;

He is the praise of all who are godly,

the praise of the children of Israel, those whom He holds close.

Praise the Eternal!

The Book of Psalms, Poem 148 (The Voice)

we are those at the time of the “end”:

“Those who are wise will shine as bright as the sky at midday, and those who make the many righteous will shine as the stars forever and ever. As for you, Daniel, keep these visions and their meaning a secret. Write down what you have seen and heard, then seal the scroll until the time of the end. Many will wander here and there, and knowledge will expand.”

The Book of Daniel, Chapter 12:3-4 (The Voice)

(will you take it all to heart?)

And your heart is sealed, like a secret, yet only until you willingly choose to “unveil” it to my eyes

to come to share (the inner space) of your thought-life with mine

to first meet from a distance, becoming friends.

to have an inner conversation before bodies meet.

speaking with me in silence but also “mirrored” by your voice from your body of garden earth and time

in the shape of your (silence & sound)

(are you content to wait to hear me speak until seeing me in body? would you still be willing to speak to the heart & spirit of a book in the meantime? and will you read & write in thought with its words?)

everything has to be presented as a question mark (?)

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24-Hour Emergency Towing in Silver Springs Calgary AB

Why Round-the-Clock Towing Matters

When your vehicle sputters to a halt unexpectedly—whether you’re en route to work, dropping the kids off at school, or heading out for a weekend adventure—the clock starts ticking. In Silver Springs, a charming enclave of Calgary Northwest, delays can snowball: traffic jams, narrow roads, or poor weather. Having access to reliable, always-on towing support isn’t a luxury—it’s essential.

Imagine it’s pitch dark, and you’re stranded on a side street after dusk. Or perhaps it’s early morning, freezing outside, and your car won’t budge. In moments like these, knowing that a local tow provider is just minutes away can bring immediate relief. That’s the backbone of 24-hour emergency towing in Silver Springs Calgary—consistent availability, swift arrival, and a sense of security no matter the hour.

A Snapshot of Silver Springs

Nestled just northwest of Calgary’s bustling core, Silver Springs is favored by families, retirees, and professionals. It features tree-lined avenues, well‑maintained parks, and a network of paths connecting to the Bow River. This blend of suburban calm and city access makes it unique—but it also presents driving quirks: winding hills, hidden intersections, and seasonal hazards.

Rising taxes and city growth mean more traffic filtering through Crowchild Trail and 14th Street NW. Dense morning and evening rush hours, combined with icy winters and spring thaw, can leave drivers vulnerable. That’s why dependable roadside aid—available any hour—is more than convenience; it’s peace of mind.

Our Advantage: Knowledge and Readiness

What sets a locally based towing outfit apart? The difference lies in:

Residential familiarity: Our operators know alleys like Silver Springs Road intimately—no need for GPS recalibrations.

Community presence: We’re active in Silver Springs events, school zones, and recreational spots like Nose Hill Park—meaning faster response.

Weather preparedness: Our trucks are wrapped and equipped for rain, ice, snow, and mud. No surprises.

Communication clarity: You’ll hear a friendly voice, not a generic automated system, and receive live updates during the dispatch.

That knowledge translates to swift arrival times and on-the-dot service in any condition—day or night.

A technician safely reopens locked-out vehicles without any damage.

Highlights and Benefits

Entirely insured and certified operators

Fully equipped twin‑axle and single‑axle tow fleets

Clean, camera‑monitored workshop for towed vehicles

Simple, flat‑rate pricing with no hidden add‑ons

Upfront quotes provided in advance of service

Whether stranded on an icy stretch near Bowmont Ridge or caught off-guard by a late-night lockout, these options are designed to meet your needs without delay.

Staying Safe While Waiting

If trouble strikes, here’s how to stay protected:

Move away from passing traffic — if safe, pull into a driveway or wide shoulder.

Activate your hazard lights — alerting others you’ve got issues.

Remain inside your vehicle — this is often the safest spot, unless there's fire or risk involved.

Alert dispatch of landmarks — “Beside the Bow River path”, “Near the School Playground” helps us reach you fast.

Stay in touch — expect 20‑minute call backs, real-time progress as we approach your spot.

Safety isn’t just a formality—it’s a core commitment at every service call.

Round-the-Clock, All-Year Coverage

Emergencies don’t keep office hours, and neither do we. Phone support is staffed 24/7. We’re prepared for delivery even at 2 a.m., holiday afternoons, and during spring flood season.

Our commitment includes:

30–45 minute arrival targets, barring extreme weather

Consistent rate transparency, with validation before dispatch

Multiple payment choices, including cash, debit, credit, Apple Pay, or e-transfer

No surprise charges, even at odd hours or weekends

Flatbase towing, lockout help, or mud extraction—whatever you need, whenever you need it.

Taking the First Step After a Breakdown

Keep these simple steps in mind if you ever need help:

Keep our number saved under “Roadside Help – Calgary”

If visiting from out of province, jot down current cross streets.

Try to move your car off the main lane before calling.

Stay supportive and informed—our dispatchers will educate you about wait times and vehicle security.

By following this protocol, you help us help you—quickly, safely, and efficiently.

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Think of us not just as a towing service but as a neighborhood guardian—ready to tackle vehicle emergencies, day and night. If you value friendliness, dependability, and rapid resolution, our team is ready at a moment’s notice.

Call Us Now for Immediate Assistance

📞 (587) 318‑5853 We answer all calls, day or night. Whether you’re stuck in snow, locked out in the dark, or need a flatbed haul to the shop, we’re nearby and prepared.

Frequently Asked Questions

Q: Can you tow electric cars? A: Yes—our flatbeds prevent undercarriage and drivetrain damage in electric or hybrid vehicles.

Q: Am I covered if my car’s in gear? A: Our team handles auto locking transmissions with no harm.

Q: Do you offer repeat customer discounts? A: We issue loyalty rewards and prioritize seniors and community volunteers.

Q: What about vehicle storage before drop-off? A: We can securely hold your vehicle for short durations until you can collect it.

Q: What if I don’t know my exact location? A: We’re GPS-savvy and navigate by landmarks—Bow River access points, playgrounds, local stores, etc.

A Smart Call Makes a Safer Day

When unexpected vehicle trouble strikes, you deserve service that’s familiar, fast, and friendly. 24-hour emergency towing in Silver Springs Calgary isn’t just a tagline—it’s our promise.

Keep our guide handy. Keep our number saved. And know that whenever you’re in a bind, we’re already on the way.

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Book Honeymoon Resorts in Kodaikanal for Holidays: A Romantic Getaway in the Princess of Hill Stations

When it comes to planning the perfect honeymoon or a romantic holiday, the setting plays a crucial role in creating lasting memories. Nestled in the serene hills of Tamil Nadu, Kodaikanal is a paradise for couples seeking peace, privacy, and beauty. Known as the "Princess of Hill Stations," Kodaikanal offers a breathtaking blend of nature, misty mountains, and colonial charm. Book honeymoon resorts in kodaikanal for holidays? If you're newlyweds or partners celebrating a milestone, booking a honeymoon resort in Kodaikanal can make your holiday truly magical.

Why Choose Kodaikanal for Your Honeymoon?

Kodaikanal is renowned for its cool climate, scenic landscapes, and tranquil environment. Unlike the overly commercialized tourist spots, Kodaikanal retains an old-world charm that makes it ideal for couples looking to escape the hustle and bustle of daily life. From long walks around Kodaikanal Lake to watching the sunset at Coaker’s Walk, the hill station offers romantic experiences in abundance.

1. Natural Beauty

Lush green valleys, cascading waterfalls like Silver Cascade Falls, and panoramic viewpoints such as Pillar Rocks set the perfect stage for romance. You can spend your days exploring pine forests, rowing on the lake, or simply watching the mist roll over the hills from your resort balcony.

2. Pleasant Weather

The months from October to May are particularly pleasant, making it a popular destination for honeymooners during the holiday season.

3. Peace and Privacy

Kodaikanal is less crowded than destinations like Ooty or Munnar, making it ideal for intimate vacations. Many honeymoon resorts are tucked away in secluded areas, providing the peace and privacy that couples cherish.

Top Honeymoon Resorts in Kodaikanal

Here are some of the best honeymoon resorts in Kodaikanal that offer luxurious comfort and scenic beauty:

1. The Tamara Kodai

A heritage property converted into a luxury resort, The Tamara offers colonial-style suites with wooden interiors, fireplaces, and private balconies. With candlelight dinners, spa services, and nature walks, it’s an all-in-one romantic retreat.

2. Kodai Resort Hotel

Located near Coaker’s Walk, this resort is known for its charming cottages with private gardens. The spacious suites and breathtaking views make it one of the best choices for honeymooners.

3. Great Trails Kodaikanal by GRT Hotels

If you’re looking for luxury amid nature, this is a great pick. The resort offers stylish wooden cabins overlooking the valley. It’s perfect for couples who enjoy a mix of adventure and relaxation.

4. Sterling Kodai Lake

Right next to the famous Kodaikanal Lake, this resort offers modern amenities and activities like boating, bonfires, and indoor games, making your honeymoon fun and interactive.

5. Villa Retreat

A boutique resort just a few steps away from Coaker’s Walk, Villa Retreat offers panoramic valley views, romantic candlelight dinners, and cozy rooms designed especially for couples.

Romantic Activities to Try on Your Honeymoon

Booking a honeymoon resort in Kodaikanal is just the beginning. Here's how to make the most of your romantic holiday:

1. Rowing on Kodaikanal Lake

The serene lake is the centerpiece of Kodaikanal.

2. Visit Bryant Park

Take a stroll through this beautifully maintained botanical garden. If you visit during spring, you’ll be greeted by a riot of colorful blooms—perfect for a romantic photo session.

3. Watch the Sunset at Coaker’s Walk

Hand-in-hand, walk along this scenic path carved into the hillside. As the sun sets and the clouds dip into the valley, the view is simply unforgettable.

4. Explore Pine Forests

Kodaikanal’s pine forests are straight out of a fairytale. Enjoy a peaceful walk or a picnic under the tall, whispering trees.

5. Try Local Delicacies

Enjoy cozy dinners with traditional Tamil or continental cuisine. Some resorts offer private dining under the stars for honeymooners.

Tips for Booking Honeymoon Resorts in Kodaikanal

Planning ahead can help ensure a stress-free and memorable honeymoon. Here are a few tips:

1. Book in Advance

Kodaikanal is a popular holiday destination during the summer and winter seasons. To avoid last-minute hassles, book your resort at least a month in advance.

2. Choose Couple-Friendly Amenities

Look for resorts offering honeymoon packages that include flower decorations, private dinners, spa treatments, or guided tours.

3. Pick the Right Location

If you prefer walking and sightseeing, choose resorts near the lake or town center. For more seclusion, pick resorts in the forested outskirts.

4. Check Reviews and Photos

Before booking, read guest reviews and check real photos on travel platforms like TripAdvisor or Booking.com to ensure the resort meets your expectations.

5. Ask for Special Honeymoon Services

Many resorts are happy to go the extra mile for honeymooners. Don’t hesitate to ask for room upgrades, welcome drinks, or special room décor.

Best Time to Visit Kodaikanal for Honeymoon

Monsoon (June to September): Offers a lush, romantic atmosphere but frequent rain may disrupt travel plans.

Winter (October to February): Cool and cozy, perfect for enjoying fireplaces and misty mornings.

Each season has its charm, but October to May is generally considered the best time for a honeymoon trip.

Conclusion

At Cottages Kodaikanal, booking a honeymoon resort in Kodaikanal is not just about finding a place to stay—it’s about crafting a romantic experience that will stay in your heart forever. Whether it’s the tranquil boat rides, mist-covered hills, or warm fireside conversations, Kodaikanal offers everything a couple could wish for in a honeymoon.

With a wide range of resorts catering to every taste and budget, planning your dream holiday is just a few clicks away. So, pack your bags, grab your partner’s hand, and escape to Kodaikanal—where love blooms amidst the clouds.

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