Posted on October 26th, 2007 by Benjamin
Filed under J. R. R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion |
But Ungoliant had grown great, and he less by the power that had gone out of him; and she rose against him, and her cloud closed about him, and she enmeshed him in a web clinging thongs to strangle him. Then Morgoth sent forth a terrible cry, that echoed in the mountains. Therefore [...]
Posted on October 19th, 2007 by Benjamin
Filed under E. Nesbit, The Phoenix and the Carpet |
The children had seen the Phoenix egg hatched in the flames in their own nursery grate, and had heard from it how the carpet on their own nursery floor was really the wishing carpet, which would take them anywhere they chose. The carpet had transported them to bed just at the right moment, and [...]
Posted on October 5th, 2007 by Benjamin
Filed under Edwin Way Teale, North with the Spring |
A painted turtle slipped into the muddy water and, in a glinting flutter of wings, a metallic-blue dragonfly suspended itself for a moment in the sunshine before us, vibrantly alive, a glittering creature worlds away from the faded pinned specimen of the insect box that is a mere reminder of beauty that has vanished, a [...]