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A podcast dedicated to the event known as National Novel Writing Month

Not long, not long my father said
Not long shall you be ours
The Raven King knows all too well
Which are the fairest flowers.



The priest was all too worldly
Though he prayed and rang his bell
The Raven King three candles lit
The priest said it was well



Her arms were all too feeble
Though she claimed to love me so
The Raven King stretched out his hand
She sighed and let me go



The land is all too shallow
It is painted on the sky
And trembles like the wind-shook rain
When the Raven King goes by



For always and for always
I pray remember me
Upon the moors, beneath the stars
With the King’s wild company.

— Susanna Clarke, Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell (via veritasnoir)
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