The last auction I went to (where I picked up the fabulous minks) was especially wonderful, because I happened to suddenly see the word the way I might have 15 years ago, or if I suddenly were switched on to be a children’s author. The part of me that still suspects the back of entertainment armoires is not all there is to the story, even if they aren’t proper wardrobes, came alive and I was lucky enough to have my camera on hand.
There are mysterious storytellers frozen by the Sultan’s enchanters and stuck in the back of his treasury along with the decommissioned flying rugs.
More AuctionLand after the jump.
Beautiful women turned to wood….
By badly-aging potential mothers-in-law disguised as dragons.
Feasts are laid out for the rulers of each of the winds.
And the giants golf with the smaller denizens of the kingdom standing in for the ball.
[...] and I went to our favorite auction last night (Emmie’s posted about it before). It’s a monthly event, with food, wine, and all sorts of treasures — some that are [...]