But no one except Lucy knew that as it circled the mast it had whispered to her, “Courage, dear heart,” and the voice, she felt sure was Aslan’s, and with the voice a delicious smell breathed in her face.
In a few moments the darkness turned into a greyness ahead, and then, almost before they dared to begin hoping, they had shot out into the sunlight and were in the warm, blue world again.The Voyage of the “Dawn Treader”
Brilliant.
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The Chronicles of Narnia make me remember the feeling of a full stomach, a peaceful quiet, a tablecloth, my mum’s voice. She would read the whole family a chapter from whichever book we were on every night after dinner for the longest time when I was growing up.
Sorry, that deleted comment was me. I forgot a crucial word and didn’t know how to go back and edit. How embarrassing!
Oh! I very much love the idea of having a parent read The Chronicles after dinner. Mmm. Thank you for such a lovely thought!
it feels good to see once again, does it not?
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