#narnia day

[amalthiaph]

HAPPY NARNIA DAY!!

And Happy 75th Anniversary to The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe

Thank you, C. S. Lewis for making my childhood magical.

And also my life.

[nothinggold13]

Narnia Day 2025 "...only the beginning of the adventures of Narnia." Holding On and Letting Go // Ross Copperman

[pevensiegiigi]

✨Once king and queen of Narnia, forever kings and queens. May his wisdom guide us until the stars fall from the heavens✨

Happy Narnia Day!

[crazy-narnian]

Happy Narnia Day Everyone!

[awfullybigwardrobe44]

The Horse and His Boy by C. S. Lewis

Narnia Day Celebration!

[ravenlilyrose]

Narnia Week: Day 1 The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe Favorite Quote

“Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight, At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more, When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death, And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again.” ~C.S. Lewis

[rthstewart]

Narnia Day!

Give me your head canons, a line from a work in progress, a favorite line or passage or picture from anything Narnia-related, or anything else!

Here’s a short bit from a wip, a retelling of Horse and His Boy with added interference by the Calormene pantheon.

“Trickster?”

I whirled around, my tail sweeping across Aslan’s jaw.  Today, he was a lion, not a cat, and I should have at least flinched, but I was beyond caring what he did to me.  

“She’s cruel and she’s worthless.  She’s not worth a moment’s more of my time. I’m not helping her.  Not a thing.  You’re going to have to get that Tarkheena cur to Archenland without me.”

Aslan flicked his tail and growled.  

“Don’t give me that,” I snapped.  “You’re human-damned lucky Shasta isn’t the fiend Arsheesh was.  But Tarkheena Aravis lived by the lash, she should die by it.  Let the leeches feed on her.  Jackals can gnaw her alive.  I’m only sticking around to make sure I’m there to see her ruined, humiliated, and beggared on the streets of Tashbaan.” 

“What is the reason for such anger?”

The way the lion could just not even see much less comprehend human misery was something I never could understand.  Maybe his subjects weren’t wicked in the same way humans could be, though there had been plenty of beasts and trees that served the old white sorceress.   How could he be so humans-be-damned blind?

“The slave girl, Nekane, in that house.” I gestured at the Calavar estate we were looking down upon.  “The one your chosen Tarkheena deceived and drugged to make her escape.  Nekane was whipped, ten lashes, for what Aravis did to her.”

When Aslan said nothing, I snarled at him.  “Nekane looked to me. She was mine. Gave me food off her plate once a week. Kept me in her prayers. And your girl knew Nekane would be punished and doesn’t give a whit.  She’s glad one of mine, a poor, frightened, powerless, slave, was beaten near to death.  And that’s who you want as a queen of your northern realm someday?”

A cold wind blew between us, carrying a plaintive, angry cry.  

Aslan growled.  

“That’s right,” I confirmed coolly.  “Your chosen one used the blood rites she owes baby sister to cover her escape.”  I paused to emphasize the enormity of the crime.  “And then she left without performing them or giving her maiden protector so much as a prayer.”

The lion might not understand what that meant but Zardeenah had a longer memory even than I did.  Any Calormene girl who tried to leave childhood without Zardeenah’s blessing was a monstrous fool.  It was a terrible thing to do, and deeply unsafe.  And the girls who did it were uniformly awful.

[bloodybigwardrobe]

happiest of narnia days to you all! may it be wondrous and full of fairytales.