Oronsay (Gaelic Orasaigh) A small privately owned tidal island, which is part of Colonsay in the Scottish Hebrides, Scotland.
Yellow River, China
There, shining in the sunrise, larger than they had seen him before, shaking his mane (for it had apparently grown again) stood Aslan himself.
"...when a willing victim who had committed no treachery was killed in a traitor's stead, the Table would crack and Death itself would start working backwards."
Anchorage, Alaska.
"And this is the marvel of marvels, that he called me beloved."
(Emeth, The Last Battle)
Rochester, United States
"But even a traitor may mend. I have known one that did." - (King Edmund the Just, Horse and his Boy)
Redcar (a town in Yorkshire, England - and no, it doesn't have lots of red cars)
There, shining in the sunrise, larger than they had seen him before, shaking his mane (for it had apparently grown again) stood Aslan himself.
"...when a willing victim who had committed no treachery was killed in a traitor's stead, the Table would crack and Death itself would start working backwards."
Renmark, South Australia.
Kintyre, a long peninsula in southwestern Scotland. The far end of it, known as the Mull of Kintyre, was made famous some years ago by a certain notoriously catchy song...
"Now you are a lioness," said Aslan. "And now all Narnia will be renewed."
(Prince Caspian)
Ecuador
There, shining in the sunrise, larger than they had seen him before, shaking his mane (for it had apparently grown again) stood Aslan himself.
"...when a willing victim who had committed no treachery was killed in a traitor's stead, the Table would crack and Death itself would start working backwards."
Romania
"And this is the marvel of marvels, that he called me beloved."
(Emeth, The Last Battle)
Azerbaijan
Be still.
The voice repeated the words again and again, like a beating heart, until Janner was at last able to obey and rest, rest, rest. There in the light of the Fane of Fire, Janner Wingfeather encountered -- absorbed -- an abiding peace that he would never forget all the days of his life.
He was still. And he was loved.
Andrew Peterson, The Wingfeather Saga - The Warden and the Wolf King
Nœux-les-Mines [Hauts-de-France, France]
Some days you battle yourself and other monsters. Some days you just make soup.
Trujillo [Colón, Honduras]
Some days you battle yourself and other monsters. Some days you just make soup.
Oodnadatta, South Australia.
Amsterdam [Netherlands]
There, shining in the sunrise, larger than they had seen him before, shaking his mane (for it had apparently grown again) stood Aslan himself.
"...when a willing victim who had committed no treachery was killed in a traitor's stead, the Table would crack and Death itself would start working backwards."