Thursday, February 17, 2022
Doors to Enchantment
Welcome to my sanctuary. Spring is on the way in the Land of Enchantment, but Winter will be on my mind for weeks to come as I finish the final two installments of “Dead of Winter.” In response to the Thursday Doors challenge, hosted by Dan Antion, I’ve looked for doors that remind me of places in my epic fantasy series.
I created half a globe-ful of countries and cultures for Dead of Winter. The one that is farthest north in Emlyn’s wide world is Floke Torsten. That’s the homeland of Hallgeir and his ancestors Hallr and Haldis. I derived the country’s name from the Norse Floke (guardian of the people) and Torsten (the stone of Thor). The people of Floke Torsten look like a more elegant — and better-groomed spin on the Vikings of our history.
Hallr, High King of the North, Master of the Frozen Lands, Lord of the White Marches, built a stronghold into the side of a barren mountain. He called it High Terminus. It would look like a stone version of this image of Borgund Stave Church, in Borgund, Lærdal, Norway, which was built in the 12th century. I’m sure there are doors in those shadows…
Imagine the interior of High Terminus carved in stone, with colorful banners hanging from the rafters high above the throne. In the photo below, you see an interior shot of Borgund Stave Church with arched doorways. It also shows supporting columns and “Saint Andrew’s crosses“ plus the gallery arches above.
A Snippet from Midway Through the Journeys
Carved out of the mountain itself, the great castle, High Terminus, reared above the treacherous slope. As the first of all nightwalkers gazed up at the stark beauty of the structure, his curtain of black hair fell back from the chiseled features of his face. Arawn had come to this place many times, in attempt to find the high king. Those fruitless endeavors did not discourage him. Eventually he knew he would find the long dead monarch at the place of past glory.
Arawn’s sharp eyes detected movement at one of the narrow windows. The landscape around him blurred, and in the blink of an eye he was within the castle. His leer took in the echoing throne room. Banners from every northern kingdom and tribe hung from the heights of the ceiling, their once bright colors dull in the ghostly realm. The slightest sound would echo in the long high-ceilinged room. However, a thick carpet silenced the gold heels of Arawn’s boots as he strode toward the dais.
The elaborate chamber was empty except for the tall man who reclined on the throne. He was lean, but it was the sinewy kind of thinness that belied wiry strength. The fur vest he wore revealed the defined muscles of his arms. There was no spare flesh on the man to soften the angular face. Pale blonde hair was held back by a gold circlet on his brow. The crown bore the image of a broad undulating snake. The gold shone faintly in the half-light. His eyes were the blue of a winter sky. Those eyes, hard and cold, stabbed Arawn’s, as if the king would possess his mind and thoughts.
I didn’t find any images of actual doors that I had permission to use, but I loved all the arched doorways. Thanks for taking this fantasy tour with me. During an armchair tour, the imagination can get a great workout. I hope you’ll stop and leave a friendly comment. Hugs on the wing!
Meanwhile, “Dead of Winter: Journey 12, Goddesses” is available. I’m hard at work on the penultimate installment of the series, “Journey 13, the Harbor.”
Thanks for spending part of your day here. I’m grateful to everyone who is reading this story. If you aren’t already, I hope you’ll be part of the extraordinary, layered world of these Journeys.
I love to hear from you, so friendly comments are encouraged. Hugs on the wing!
Dead of Winter — All the Journeys
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Journey 12, Goddesses
Journey 11, the Sumelazon Escarpment
Journey 10, Pergesca
Journey 9, Doors of Attunement
Journey 8, The Lost Library
Journey 7, Revenant Pass
Journey 6, The Fluting Fell
Journey 5, Llyn Pistyll Falls
Journey 4, The Old Road
Journey 3, the Fever Field
Journey 2, Penllyn
Journey 1, Forlorn Peak
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