And now it's February. The very depth of winter. And inside these castle walls, heavily cloaked figures swathed in oaken brown and black huddle through dark corridors, gliding towards their sleep. Through a cloud of foggy breath, a pair of brown sultry eyes glance from stretches of pleated scarf, stopping him in his shuffling course. And later, alone in sleep, this glance holds him in the passion of his dreams.

A woman's dark eye, a man's of crystal blue. This is the season where fantasy swoons in our drowsy minds, while we lie naked and warm, buried in layers of wool and netted bedding, under faint dancing patterns of firelight. Humans aren't much different than animals. By the final months of winter, we're full to bursting with thoughts of....

PANDORA'S PARADOX!

Check out Linda's newest fairy (in process). This one says a lot about what gets locked in the minds of mortal souls on cold castle nights. Could she be the seducer of wandering knights(?), or ultima ratio regum... the final argument of kings!

Thank you, Denise Cherubini , for totally hitting the mark with choosing the name "Pandora's Paradox." Absolutely perfect!

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Linda's News...

Watch for an ad posted in the February issue of Gothic Beauty Magazine. We here at Zouck totally dig this magazine, and the people who run it. They're big fans of Linda's, and that - of course - endears them to us.  But they've also captured Goth culture. The whole experience of reading their magazine is a page by page indulgence in pure ART. Keep rockin' it Gothic Mag!!

When Spring Arrives - you'll want to fly!

Check out the beautiful wings at http://www.Fairy-wings.com/

 Angel Ponte's work at On Gossamir Wings is so worth the visit.

 ...........AND COME SEE LINDA!

Don't forget to come visit Linda at the Hereford Business Expo on February 13. She'll be a lone fairy in a new type of EXPO land.. maybe even a stranger in her own land, but always her own sincere, wonderful self.

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So now the castle halls are quiet. And the winds across the steep parapets blow wisps of snow and ice against the thick chamber windows. And as he lies there, breathing softly... a breeze  gently pushes the netting to the side, while the fire swirls upwards in a rushing column from the center of its coals. A stream of warm air settles on his exposed neck like a warm kiss. Could this be the spirit of winter come for him?

The paradox of a castle night is that dreams which seem so beyond the scope of even nocturnal reality, could perhaps... not be dreams at all. --emerson

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And remember that if you need inspiration to follow your own dream, no matter how paradoxical your idea may seem... Linda's book is your perfect companion...

  Available at Amazon.com...

 http://www.amazon.com/shops/A1T5IV2CXRM6U4

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PEACE