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888 Griffiths Way, Mainland ML12345

TEL: 987.654.3210
EMAIL: info@yoursite.com

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888 Griffiths Way, Mainland ML12345

TEL: 987.654.3210
EMAIL: info@yoursite.com

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Studio

888 Griffiths Way, Mainland ML12345

TEL: 987.654.3210
EMAIL: info@yoursite.com

Bio

Studio

888 Griffiths Way, Mainland ML12345

TEL: 987.654.3210
EMAIL: info@yoursite.com

Bio

Studio

888 Griffiths Way, Mainland ML12345

TEL: 987.654.3210
EMAIL: info@yoursite.com

Studio

888 Griffiths Way, Mainland ML12345

TEL: 987.654.3210
EMAIL: info@yoursite.com

Studio

888 Griffiths Way, Mainland ML12345

TEL: 987.654.3210
EMAIL: info@yoursite.com

 
 
 
 
 

Something magical happens when an impassioned teller, an attentive listener, and a good story all come together. The room fades, and a new world appears. A good story can enchant, inspire, or heal. It can awaken wonder, or reconnect us with our humanity. And of course, good stories are always entertaining!

We've been sharing stories since the dawn of language. Storytelling is in our DNA. Even in this high-tech era, the intimacy of simple, person-to-person telling nourishes us in a special way, no matter what our age.

So let me tell you a story, about The Troll Child Who Wasn't, or The Lighthouse Keeper's Daughter, or The Reluctant Bride.

Let me tell you a story. 

 

It was bitterly cold; the child's cries were already fading as the giant and the troll-hag met beside the cradle. The frost giant was fascinated. She'd never seen a human so tiny and helpless. She watched with rapt attention as the child's breath fogged the air, growing fainter with each exhalation. She wanted to remove the child's swaddling clothes, to watch its pale skin turn blue, and then grey, as the cold claimed it. The troll-hag was disgusted. What an utter waste. The child was tiny, certainly; but if the troll-hag took it home she could fatten it up, and it would make a tender addition to her stew pot.

From The Troll Child Who Wasn't

Original Excerpts:

Finn McRaith had a fiddle. And if that was all he had, well, no matter. Finn was young, and his music was good for a meal and a bed wherever he went. He had a gift, you see. There was not a living soul who could stay still once Finn's bow drew the first note. They said his music could call crocuses from the frozen ground. They said he could call the dead back, if he chose.

From Finn McRaith

Let me tell you a story

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888 Griffiths Way, Mainland ML12345

TEL: 987.654.3210
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888 Griffiths Way, Mainland ML12345

TEL: 987.654.3210
EMAIL: info@yoursite.com

888 Griffiths Way, Mainland ML12345

TEL: 987.654.3210
EMAIL: info@yoursite.com

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