Author Archives: Hrafnfreistuor

About Hrafnfreistuor

I was hanged upon The Tree and I talked to My Ravens. Isn't that enough to say about myself?

A Kinrowan Estate story: 3 a.m., When The Veils Are Thinnest

Sometimes I believe that the door off the Courtyard into the Pub here is just a little too close to The Border with, oh, let’s just call it somewhere else and possible somewhen else. It would certainly explains some of … Continue reading

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A Kinrowan Estate story: Unreliable Narrators

So if you’ve been with us for any length of time, you no doubt that a lot of us here tell stories about a place in Scotland called the Kinrowan Estate, its inhabitants and what happens there. Some might sound … Continue reading

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A Kinrowan Estate Story: Black Death

Ahhh, one moment, jeune fille avec les cheveux rouges, while I get us coffee. Now we must pass through the Pub to my office so be very quiet as we don’t want to wake all the sleeping musicians, elves of various … Continue reading

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