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The Monday Morning Memo

Angel. Broken.

In fantasy, wings appear on faeries, sprites and pixies.
In religion, wings appear on angels, spirits and demons.
In mythology, winged creatures are messengers of the gods.
In dreams, wings represent a release of creative forces.
A character having one wing is said to be lost in dreams.

Sleeper, Lost in Dreams
by James Christensen,
the gift of Anne Farnsworth and her academy class,
Up Where the Air Is Thin

In a handmade, beaten copper frame, this angel
resides in the kitchen of Engelbrecht House,
Wizard Academy’s amazing student mansion.

Click each angel to see the entire Gallery of Broken Angels.

This pair of small plaques are displayed in a glass cabinet nearby

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“There were ripe blackberries in the hedgerows and, as the shadows lengthened, fox cubs skittering at the edge of the fields. A few miles on and the evening had almost shaded to night, but he could smell the sea now and he imagined that he could hear it, sucking and surging on the Dorset shingle. This was the ghost time of day when the souls of the dead flickered at the edges of men's sight and when good folk hurried home to their fire and to their thatch and to their bolted doors. A dog howled in one of the villages.”

- Bernard Cornwell, Vagabond, p.164

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