"when her hands itch for her long knife and the old bow, his sword-hand closes over hers and they are, for a moment, a king and queen in exile, and Eustace gives them their grief. and that was when I started crying. I love the language you have used here, practically run-on sentences, which plays up the fluidity of memory. "Lucy knows her parents will not send her to university. If Susan, the smartest of them all, could not go to a women's college, Lucy knows her own chances." and that was when I started crying AGAIN, because ouch and suddenly I hate Mama and Papa Pevensie. Women's colelges weren't exactly new things in the 40s, that's so mean of them.
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and that was when I started crying.
I love the language you have used here, practically run-on sentences, which plays up the fluidity of memory.
"Lucy knows her parents will not send her to university. If Susan, the smartest of them all, could not go to a women's college, Lucy knows her own chances."
and that was when I started crying AGAIN, because ouch and suddenly I hate Mama and Papa Pevensie. Women's colelges weren't exactly new things in the 40s, that's so mean of them.