I heard of
Charles de Lint long before I picked up one of his books. Certain authors permeate a genre even if you've never actually read their work. Usually, on a day with no particular meaning, their names lodge in your psyche but you aren't really sure what they're all about. Charles de Lint was one such author for me. Last autumn I finally read one of his works. It came from a collection entitled
The Green Man: Tales from the Mythic Forest edited by Terri Windling and Ellen Datlow. From there, I decide to pick up an entire book by him. I chose
Widdershins. The world he painted was mythically familiar. The characters were endearing, frightening, maddening, delightful and true. Now, I'm reading a collection of his short stories entitled
Dreams Underfoot.
Every one of the stories I've read thus far has enchanted and entertained. Younger versions of many of the characters from
Widdershins move throughout the narratives like old friends. The stories were written in the late 80's or early 90's and remain as relevant as any mythic tale. I can't put the book down!
In knitting news:
I've finished the bottom of the sweater as well as the collar and have moved on to the sleeves!
Hooray!
Every one of the stories I've read thus far has enchanted and entertained. Younger versions of many of the characters from Widdershins move throughout the narratives like old friends. The stories were written in the late 80's or early 90's and remain as relevant as any mythic tale. I can't put the book down!
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My dreams grow and blossom with the wind on a Sunday afternoon while the fairies play hopscotch among the apple trees. Where will my fantasies take me? Whom will I meet at the inn at the edge of the enchanted forest?
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