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Peter S Beagle, author of “The Last Unicorn,” is in dire need! Here are three ways you can help.
The Paper Pit: A Quick Look at “The Last Unicorn: Deluxe Edition” A mysterious package has been delivered at Madhog’s place. What wonders will it contain? Meanwhile, an evil presence is lurking in the shadows… Support Madhog and
Peter S. Beagle’s “The Last Unicorn” (Read by Madhog) “The Unicorn lived in a lilac wood, and she lived all alone…”
Lyra Reviews: Peter S. Beagle’s “The Last Unicorn” Lyra gives her two bits over a popular fantasy sandwich that was made by a beagle.Wait, what!?Link for the review of the film adaptation: http://teamlyra.tumblr.com/post/62603029681/team
“Your name is a golden bell hung in my heart. I would break my body to pieces to call you once by your name.” ― Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn
“As for you and your heart and the things you said and didn’t say, she will remember them all when men are fairy tales in books written by rabbits.” ― Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn
“Her voice left a flavor of honey and gunpowder on the air.” ― Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn
enoch-art: “The sky spins and drags everything along with it, princesses and magicians and poor Cully and all, but you stand still.” –- The Last Unicorn (Peter S. Beagle) dA link: x
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beyondthegoblincity: The Last Unicorn 1968 UK Hardcover Edition [source: ebay]
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lalage: “She will remember your heart when men are fairy tales in books written by rabbits…” - Peter S Beagle, The Last Unicorn Amazing story…one of my favorite films!
sleepingside: homemade denim jacket photo from “american denim” (1975) by peter beagle, richard m. owens and tony lane provocative-verbalist
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lalage: “She will remember your heart when men are fairy tales in books written by rabbits…” - Peter S Beagle, The Last Unicorn
afaerytalelife:I am a King’s daughter, and I grow old withinThe prison of my person, the shackles of my skin.And I would run away and beg from door to doorJust to see your shadow once and never more.— The Last Unicorn, by Peter S. Beagle.