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The Arabian Nights, or The Thousand Nights and One Night, translated by Richard F. Burton And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of the day, and ceased saying her permitted say. Then quoth Dunyazad, "O my sister, how pleasant is thy tale, and how tasteful, how sweet, and how grateful!" She replied, "And where is this compared…
Continue reading ➞ Read-Along: The Sharazad Project (Part 5)
And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of the day, and ceased saying her permitted say. Then quoth Dunyazad, "O my sister, how pleasant is thy tale, and how tasteful, how sweet, and how grateful!" She replied, "And where is this compared with what I could tell thee on the coming night if the king deign spare…
Continue reading ➞ Read-Along: The Sharazad Project (Part 4)
And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of the day, and ceased saying her permitted say. Then quoth Dunyazad, "O my sister, how pleasant is thy tale, and how tasteful, how sweet, and how grateful!" She replied, "And where is this compared with what I could tell thee on the coming night if the king deign spare…
Continue reading ➞ Read-Along: The Sharazad Project (Part 3)
And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of the day, and ceased saying her permitted say. Then quoth Dunyazad, "O my sister, how pleasant is thy tale, and how tasteful, how sweet, and how grateful!" She replied, "And where is this compared with what I could tell thee on the coming night if the king deign spare…
Continue reading ➞ Read-Along: The Sharazad Project (Part 2)
There have always been storytellers to keep the night at bay. There have not always been books, and as the oratory tradition of stories is a precarious form of literary remembrance, the oldest stories ran wild in countless incarnations before eventually being recorded in writing. There are some names synonymous with the telling of fairy…
Continue reading ➞ Read-Along: The Sharazad Project (Part 1)
Ariel Hudnall 