“Who am I? I’m Nana. I’m here to protect you.”
Firelight flickers across her face as she continues to stare.
“Go back to sleep.”
Inexplicably your eyelids droop and your head lolls to the side. Your vision blurs and you don’t feel your head hit the floor.

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“No man ever truly knows what he can do unless he dares to leap.”

“There is the window. Leap.” Victarion had no patience for this. His wounded hand was troubling him. “What do you want?”

“The world.” Firelight glimmered in Euron’s eye. His smiling eye.

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The Firelight Isle Volume 1: Heavenly Blue Kickstarter is 100% Funded in less than 24 hours! I can't believe it!!

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FIRELIGHT✨ MONSTER VS KOKOBOP

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Wanna try a love potion?

Astra belongs to Firelight-waltz on dA

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She gave me one of her pictures to take home... sometimes I think it looks like waves, or the shape of a seal, or perhaps a woman swimming...

Stories By Firelight

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A quartet of Shirley's illustrations for the selkie story within Sea Singing (in Stories By Firelight). 1/2

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Morag sings a lot while she paints. She sings along with the music on her tapes. When she's finished she washes her brushes and makes tea and then we talk.

Stories By Firelight

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Morag and I went for a walk along the cliffs. We didn't hear any singing, but the wind roared and the sky looked like a shoal of fish. Morag likes the sea best in winter.

From Stories by Firelight 1/2

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When I told Mum's friend, Morag, about the singing, she didn't seem in the least surprised. She'd heard it herself, she said, but that was a long time ago.

From Stories By Firelight

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Did I tell you about the time I heard singing coming from the sea?

Taken from Stories By Firelight

1/2

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'I thought they were special' said William as they watched them burn.

'They were' said Grandpa, 'but it's not things that are important really. The special things are in my head. And my heart.'

Stories by Firelight 2/2

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Grandpa opened the box and flung all the papers and letters and things that were inside on to the bonfire.

From Stories By Firelight 1/2

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Flames shot up with great eddies of smoke. The Christmas tree branches were all at once bright and glowing, covered with festive sparks.

From Stories By Firelight

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