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Susan of Narnia


With a magical mirror that shows her Aslan, Susan fights one last battle. 

Susan Pevensie has forgotten Narnia and her childhood love for God. Only a shell of the person who she was as a child, Susan lives aimlessly for the moment, glad to be grown up but not ready for too many responsibilities. But then tragedy strikes and the weight of grief and guilt falls down on Susan, it outweighs all her fears of the future. With only her boyfriend, Carl, at her side, Susan is all alone in her shaken world. 

Can Susan remember before the darkness of grief claims her soul?

Look out for a new installment on the first Monday of every month!

Links will be available when posts are published.
Prologue: Polly and Digory
Chapter One: The Mirror
Chapter Two: The Church
Chapter Three: The Friends
Chapter Four: The Party
Chapter Five: The Book
Chapter Six: The Hospital
Chapter Seven: The Kiss
Chapter Eight: The Dinner
Chapter Nine: The Rings
Chapter Ten: The Conversation
Chapter Eleven: The Cottage
Chapter Twelve: The Train
AFTERWARD: Why I Wrote Susan Of Narnia 

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  1. Are the chronicles of Narnia you're favorite book ?

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    1. I don't know if I have a favorite book, but this series is pretty close to it if I do ;)

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  2. When will chapter seven be available?

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    1. Oh, I'm so sorry. They link was broken and it's been posted for over a week. Should be good now though. Thanks for asking, Lily!

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    2. Ok thanks! It worked! The next chapter was awesome :)

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    3. Awesome! Thanks for letting me know :)

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  3. Just discovered you, I think you have a great idea! Do you have this actually printed in a book or just on your blog?

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    1. It's not printed, just on my blog and on Wattpad. But if you really want it printed, I can send you a pdf to print out yourself ;) I hope you may enjoy it whatever works best for you!

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  4. I read it and loved it! Good job tying up an important loose end from The Last Battle and finishing what CS Lewis meant to write!

    Since I hate reading books in a web browser, I made this into a MOBI (for kindle) and E-Pub (for most non-kindle e-readers) and used the E-pub to read this on my Kobo E-reader.

    Do you want me to send those to you so you have them in a format that is e-book reader friendly?

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    1. Ohh, thank you so much for the kind feedback! That's so clever of you. I'd love to be sent copies. My email is keturahskorner@gmail.com

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    2. Sent. Sorry it took so long before I got around to it. :)

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