Hans Christian Andersen wrote quite a good long fairy tale and called it The Snow Queen. Andrew Lang included a version of it in his Pink Fairy Book. The story begins in the Pink Fairy Book as follows: There was once a dreadfully wicked hobgoblin. One day he was in capital spirits because he had […]
This cover will be joining its 4 siblings over there on the right after the publication of The Blue Hills on July 10 by Wild Child Publishing (http://www.wildchildpublishing.com).
Speaking of giants and beanstalks, in Walt Disney’s version of the story, Willie the Giant does not growl terribly: ‘Fe, fi, fa-fo-fum, I smell the blood of an Englishman. Be he alive or be he dead, I’ll grind his bones to make my bread.’ No. He sings instead: ‘Fe, fi, fo, fum, He, hi, ho, […]
I wandered through Andrew Lang’s Red Fairy Book the other day and came across the tale of ‘Jack and the Beanstalk’. Now, it so happens that when I was growing up, the Giant recited: ‘Fe fi fo fum, I smell the blood of an Englishman. Be he alive or be he dead, I’ll grind his […]
When Ambergold was the Queeeeen no sadder monarch had been seeeeen. She suffered woe on top of woe, yet sheltered hope uncommon keeeeen.
Is there any creature dimmer than a darbeast flooce? Its brain is a particle of no apparent use. It waddles all day in a random way and at night just stands there like an empty-headed moose.
