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Writing Wendl...

I really did want to write a light-hearted tale in case this one turns out to be my last novel (assuming it yet becomes a novel), but it's headed currently toward the shadows. I thought I knew Wendl Von Trier pretty well, having trekked with him through my previous book, The Winged Child .   There, Wendl presents as an elusive solitary, moving above all worldly fray while at the same time nudging events and characters toward a satisfactory conclusion. Sharp and intimidating on the outside and tender and motherly on the inside. A friend to the world, something of a trickster, but in all things working for good outcomes.  That is how I saw Wendl VonTrier. A  púka, mischievous, but essentially harmless, even benevolent, capable of presenting in whatever form or gender the moment required. Wendl seemed the ideal candidate to carry readers off into the literary sunset in good spirits after an exhilarating romp through a fantastical fiction. But all along, it seems, there were depths to

Merry Christmas and Misuzu, too...

Meet Misuzu, our 2020 Christmas tree. If the weather cooperates, we'll have her permanently ensconced with her Stoneguard in time to dress up for Christmas Day. She's a blue spruce. Susan, down at the Gardener's Cottage on Nostalgia Court, found her for us.

Henry's books.


  1. Give her lots of space so that she may celebrate many Christmasses.

    1. Ellie, likely she has a lot more Christmasses in her than I do.


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