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The Battle of Amazon and Centaurs

Georgy Kurasov

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Forest desires

George Weasley x reader

Requested by: @georgeweasleywife4566

Request gist: “George and the reader have sex in the forest”

A/N: Thank you for the request! I decided to slow things down and make it a soft sex one (it wasn't really specified so I thought I’d give my little pervert brain a rest). I’ve been in a world of self-pity lately (my dad got to meet the guy who played Percy Weasley, and didn’t invite me to the comic con). I'm also sorry that it's taking me so long to write, I’ve been sucked into RE4 (my hand is glued to the controller)

T/W: unprotected sex, forest sex, mentions of exhibitionism, Goblet of Fire George (it's not a trigger but I didn't want it to get lost in the A/N), teasing, fingering, reader is a little unsure about the situation but George comforts her, George licking your juices (it sounds so unsexy like that), George being a gentle boy,

George could talk you into anything.

From sneaking around the castle late at night to getting frisky under the Quidditch stands, he’d twist your arm. Metaphorically, of course.

But this was a new fantasy he had.

“What if you and I snuck into the Forbidden Forest tonight?”

Knowing George, this wasn’t just a moonlight jaunt. He had something naughty planned. But knowing you, you’d agree to go.

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The sneaky trek down to the forest wasn't new to you or George. He had snuck out many times and sometimes brought you along on a late night pranking mission with Fred.

Before you knew it, he was pulling you by the hand deeper into the dark woods. He pulled you to a small clearing where the tree’s parted, letting the moonlight in. How could the Forbidden Forest be so romantic with all of the centaurs, unicorns, and spiders running around? The thought made you pull George's hand, a little reluctant to get busy in a place that man feared and machinery disappeared (said machinery being the Weasley’s flying Ford Anglia).

George chuckled at your reluctance. He always found it fun to talk you into different situations, like pulling pranks on staff members or messing with the Slytherins that walked to class alone. But when it came to intimate situations, he was the king of persuasion.

“It’s okay, love. You know I’ll always protect you from any scary monsters that hide in the shadows. You’re my girl, remember?”

All it took was the ‘My Girl’ line, and he could convince you to do anything.

He sat on the grass and patted the spot next to him. When you had sat down, he moved a little closer. His lips found yours in a tender kiss, knowing just how to make you relax. One of his hands cupped your cheek, stroking the skin with his thumb, while his other hand moved to your thigh, toying with the fabric of your pyjama shorts.

Your hands found their way to his hair, threading through his ginger locks. You loved that he grew his hair out over the past couple of years but you’d never admit it to his face, not wanting to make his ego any bigger.

George slowly guided you to lay down before laying himself on top of you. His lips reconnected with yours and his tongue slowly swiped across your bottom lip. His hands reached for your shorts, pushing them down to your knees and leaving your underwear. His thumb found your clit through the material to rub light circles over it while his kisses silenced your soft moans and whimpers.

When you bucked your hips to try and gain more friction, he lifted his thumb to deprive you of the friction you were chasing. When he broke the kiss, you whined.

“Georgie, stop teasing. I need you”

“I thought you were worried about being seen, love. Does my dirty girl like the thought of being watched while getting her pretty pussy played with?”

He pulled your underwear to the side and rubbed his thumb around your hole, not giving you what you desperately needed.

“Maybe if you tell me what you want, I’ll give it to you”

His husky voice and sinful words were going to be the death of you one of these days.

“I want you, Georgie. I want you inside of me. Please?”

Or maybe it was your innocent whimpers and doe eyes that would be the death of him instead. His smirk grew, it always did when he got you to reveal that dirty side that you kept hidden beneath that goody two shoes exterior. He pushed his finger inside, curling it to rub against your sensitive G-spot. He could find it quicker than finding a target for his pranks.

His other hand cupped your cheek, keeping your eyes on him. He pushed another finger in, scissoring them to stretch you out. He could tell that you were trying to hold back your moans, that little voice in your head still telling you that some creature was hiding in the fog. His lips grazed against your cheek.

“It's just us out here. Those pretty noises of yours are for my ears only”

When your walls started to squeeze his fingers, he knew you were close. His thumb rubbed small circles over your clit once again and that's all it took for your orgasm to catch up. This time, you didn't hold your moans back, letting George hear just how good he made you feel.

He pulled his fingers away from your pussy before bringing them to his mouth and licking off your juices from them. He loved the way you tasted.

You moved your hands to his pyjama bottoms this time, surprising him. You pulled them down just enough to pull his cock out. Moving his tip to your entrance, you coated it in your juices before looking up at him with those pleading ‘fuck me’ eyes.

He moved his hips forward, pushing in slowly. He bottomed out, letting you take a moment to adjust to him. He stroked your jaw with gentle fingers.

“Keep those eyes on me, love”

His eyes bore into yours as he slowly pulled his hips back. He kept his thrusts slow and gentle, always treating you as if you were made of glass. You reminded him often that you wouldn't break if he was rough, but he insisted that you were precious.

He slowly slid his cock in and out of your pussy. His gentle grunts and your moans mixed with the soft sounds of the forest at night. Your voice came out in small whimpers.

“Please George, need more”

“You don’t need more baby, I wanna make it last”

His movements remained slow, taking his time to drive you crazy. His hand moved down to your hip, holding you and stopping you from squirming and escaping his torturously slow pace. When he went slow like this, you could feel everything. Every vein, every curve, every twitch. Although you hated how slow his pace was, you loved how full it left you feeling.

“I know you’re close, baby. Cum all over my cock and I’ll fill you up. I know you like to be nice and full”

He knew you better than you knew yourself sometimes. You had been so focused on how full you were starting to feel that you hadn't noticed your orgasm creeping up on you. You came on his cock, squeezing it so snuggly and coating it with your juices. He followed soon after, spilling his seed deep inside of your pussy. His thrusts stopped, content with keeping his cum inside of you for now.

He laid himself on top of you, being mindful not to crush you.

“You know love, tomorrow is a Saturday. We could stay out here for another round”

George could always talk you into anything.

[antikate]

I genuinely think romance is a deeply underrated genre that is sneered upon because of its associations with femininity; I think it’s utopian and hopeful and worthwhile and I crave good romance stories. At the same time I hate most romance novels that I try to read.

I had Covid this week and for a few days was too sick to even look at a book or screen so I downloaded a bunch of audiobooks from the library and I gave up on every single one of them:

1. Notorious by Minerva Spencer. I noped out of this a few pages in when one character was described as delectable and luscious and another character’s eyes were described as orbs. The book also comes with a whole heaping of misogyny and Islamophobia apparently.

2. Georgie All Along by Kate Clayborn. The first ??? 20 ??? Or so pages of this book consist of the heroine back in her home town and going into a deli to order a coffee and not having enough money to pay for it because she left her wallet in the car. 20 pages!!! It’s humiliating and is literally like being stuck in the head of the most neurotic person you’ve ever met. Page after page of this woman ruminating about what a loser she is. Exhausting! And I say this as someone who can ruminate at the Olympic level.

3. Pretty Pretty Boys by Gregory Ashe. This one is an m/m series about two cops who fall in love and I had hopes that it might be solid but the characterization was basically “whatever the author felt like writing”. Also the cops act like cops as in they’re abusive to random people and spend a lot of time being horrible, which I don’t really need in a romance.

4. Not Your Average Hot Guy, Gwenda Bond. Idk this was just. A bit? Boring? Also everyone was just a bit too self consciously sassy. The heroine runs an escape room but one of her props turns out to be actually a demonic book. I think one of my issues with this book and so many other romance novels is that banter is a real skill and most people can’t write it. But everyone, regretfully, tries.

5. Liar City, Allie Therin. There’s this one audiobook narrator who has such a snotty voice that I just cannot. This book might have been great but the instant I started listening I knew it was that dude. Maybe I’ll try it as an actual book.

6. The Blacksmith Queen by GA Aiken. This is one of the worst books I’ve ever tried to read. Truly. The heroine is a blacksmith and the hero is a centaur, which I thought sounded fun (also I was wondering how they’d have sex because I’m like that) but it was … puerile? Astonishingly stupid?

7.Capture the Crown, Jennifer Estep. This is also an absolutely idiotic book. The hero has amethyst eyes and the heroine has some other gem coloured eyes and someone else has sapphire eyes and if you took a shot every time it someone’s eye colour was described as a jewel tone you’d be hospitalised for alcohol poisoning by about page four.

8. A taste of gold and iron, Alex Rowland. This is decently written - as in the prose is solid - but the plot is half baked, the characters are tedious, and the world building is intriguing but paper thin. I’d say it’s a much better book than most here, but I still couldn’t bring myself to finish.

Not everything I’d read lately has been terrible so here’s some romance or romance adjacent books I have actually enjoyed:

1. The Heart Principle by Helen Hoang: This book is not going to change your life but it does what sets out to do with a slight if entertaining love story.

2. The Secret Lives of County Gentlemen, KJ Charles: I think Charles is one of the best and smartest historical romance writers I’ve ever read. Her books are everything I want out of romance: the characters are interesting, idiosyncratic, and sympathetic; the details feel right; the stories work; and the sex scenes are both hot and do important plot and character work. Her books are swoony and emotional and feel very real while still being romantic. (The audio narrator of this let it down a little because he took a lot of odd pauses but I’m being super nitpicky.)

3. A Far Wilder Magic, Allison Saft: This is a sweet YA novel set in an interesting fantasy world - I really enjoyed the prickly heroine and her dog.

4. In Memoriam, Alice Winn: This beautiful, heart-rending novel is not exactly a romance - it’s set during WW1 and has very explicit and realistic scenes set in the trenches. The trauma and suffering of the war are achingly portrayed. But it is a love story between two young soldiers, even if it’s not necessarily one with an easy or simple ending. Highly recommend with the caveat that Winn does not shy away from the brutality and senselessness of WW1.

5. Thornhedge, by T Kingfisher: This is a brief but resonant Sleeping Beauty retelling. Not exactly a romance but also not unromantic. My only complaint is that I wanted more. I’m a big T Kingfisher fan, and I adore her practical, earthy characters (like Toadling).

6. We Could Be So Good, Cat Sebastian: I’m here for everything Sebastian writes. Her books are low stakes but still compelling, her characters are likeable and complex, I actually enjoy her banter, and she has a knack for capturing historical details and moments. Her conflicts never feel fake and the resolutions are always earned.

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Ik this prompt has been used before but orphans lando, George and Alex in fantasy au accidentally stealing maxs pelt 😫

They stick together and usually Alex is the one that finds them all food and George is the one that finds shelter for the night? And lando is so little he has to tag along with one or the other, usually helping a ton because he looks a lot younger and people tend to be kinder then.

But maybe George gets sick so they don’t have any shelter for a while. Alex asks lando to stay with George while he goes out looking and he finds a nice pelt that is big enough to cover the three of them, they are only small! Little Alex doesn’t realize it’s the queens pelt tho, or even a selkies pelt at all! He would never hurt a magical creature, but he’s so stressed because Georgie has been feeling really hot for days already. So he takes it back to the little pack, not hearing the queens distressed cries 😭

Oh plss! Alex and George first being just together but then finding little Lando, who is still wobbly on his legs and has a bunny stuffy as only possession! It's hard, but they try to be safe, try to find food and shelter and Alex and George sing little Lando asleep as the smallest of them is afraid in the dark!

George getting sick and Alex is stressing, too small to knownwhat to do and he cannot be expected to know how to care for George! He just knows George needs food and that their tiny hidden space under a bridge won't be warm enough, that he needs fo find a blanket to cover them all before George gets worse or Lando or him gets sick too...

Little baby somehow wandering into the Palace gardens and seeing Max's pelt, the Queen himself nearby tending to a hurt centaur and not paying attention, having stopped fearing his pelt going missing. Alex carries it best he can, so soft and warm and it fits around all three little ones, has them sleep soundly for the first time in ages not hearing the queen's distressed wail resonating from the castle!

Lewis sending all his men out to look for the pelt, taking Max with him on horseback himself to search too, to have Max feel where his pelt could be... he has his sword raised as Max tells him to look under the bridge, thst his pelt must be there, but there js no villain, just three lost little boys snuggled up in the fur...

Max asking for a carriage to be brought and without waking the little ones, him and Lewis carry them into the carriage still wrapped in the pelt, Max shushing them softly snd singing foreign lullabies, worriedly feeling at George's forehead but also feeling the other two burning up as well

They don't even discuss it, they know the pups are coming home with them!

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The Polycule Begins (26 January 2024)

Notes this session were taken by Mick

We start this session with talk about Jensen Ackles and morally grey characters with daddy issues

And lots of talk about Percy Jackson

We got severely distracted and are starting the session nearly an hour later than intended

We are heading on a quest

We are levelling up out characters and I forgot my class.... we also all forgot how to level up

IRL ASMR done by Lara using micks water bottle

"Alex is in Spain without the S" "Nah, Alex is in Spain without the A" Alex proceeds to stand up and spin

We have yet to officially start

We went full circle back to one of our first conversations where we discussed the plausibility of using a gnome as a butt plug/dildo to shoving a gnome up your ass and letting the magic go wild

We have yet to actually do shit

Georgie didn't realise that they can stack the lollies to make different flavours

Raven knocked on Westers door like he was Sheldon

"Barthen body works"

Juniper and Iphigenia go to the bakery. Juniper meets Greg (short for Gregor)

We get more cheese

Juniper successfully gaslight Iphigenia's dad-"Where are you from" "uhhh, your mum"

Greg is officially a himbo

The fantasy version of Game Of Thrones is called Fourplay (a series of plays created by a friend). Alex thought it was a sexual thing.

I screamed after accidentally calling Zain Zak. It was a decent scream

The montage of us travelling is to either On My Way (from Brother Bear but by Mick and Alex's choir) or the Indiana Jones theme song

We are travelling 25 miles per day

"Four hours of your mom"

Georgie and I keep comparing Norwegian and Danish as we are both learning them

there are 18 sets of dice on the table rn. I don't have a dice addiction, I swear.

both watches are fine on our first night of camp

"what is the first thing you guys want to do at camp?" "Die."

"Laylon" "Laylon on these nuts!"

Alex is done with us

Shenanigans ensue. Alex is still done with us "Stop jacking off your armlet please" - Zain is talking about my Pandora bracelet because when i shake my wrist it jangles (also seems he forgot the word for bracelet)

Juniper now canonically wears jangly bracelets

Zain and I just rolled two sexy 20s.

Juniper was trying to push Raven off the cart because he called her a Centaur

Juniper got clotheslined

Riverlea and Iphigenia see it in slo-mo

Alex drew Raven clotheslining Juniper

Juniper is now the shooting star meme

Georgie cracked out the soundboard

Juniper climbing onto the cart to push Raven off Raven: Call an ambulance, but not for me

Juniper sees nothing on her watch

Alex was glad he didn't pay attention when I explained what the blood eagle was

Iphigenia is about to be attacked by bees

They are not bees. They are alarmingly large wasps

Georgie is trying to rick roll Alex

free bird.mp4

we drew a map

Guardian battle.mp4 (Legend of Zelda BOTW)

in halo voice headshot

headshot x2

old mitre 10 ad is referenced

Juniper just used a level 2 spell slot to use burning hands on the wasp

Georgie rolled a slutty 20 to bonk the wasp with a mace

Riverlea caved the wasps skull in

Juniper and Raven play soccer with a wasps corpse

We get stuck in Auckland traffic

We smuggle weapons into Neverwinter

We go to the vinenratt (vine and rat)

There's only one bed. The polycule begins

Juniper, Iphigenia, and Riverlea are all cuddling on the bed, Dewdrop and Alistair's ghosts are going to try and shove Raven onto the bed

It took Divine intervention to get Raven on the bed

Raven is officially in the snuggle pile

Insert jojos tbc meme

[artparks-sculpture]

A sculpture titled 'Centaur (Little Bronze Exhausted Indoor statue)' by sculptor Georgi Georgiev. In a medium of Bronze.

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The Battle of Amazon and Centaurs, Georgy Kurasov, oil on canvas, 2013

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Georgy Kurasov - The Battle of Amazon and Centaurs (2014)

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Morgenwäsche (1896) by Walter Georgi (1871-1924).

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The Boy and The Magpie - Magpie Down (1) [G.W. x Metamorphmagus!Reader]

Summary: George finds himself in the forbidden forest after his broom goes haywire during a rough game of quidditch.

Word count: 1.2k

a/n : i thought of coming up with this series earlier today on the bus lol !!! hopefully i can poop out the next few chapters by the end of the month :D

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 Metamorphmagus -- a witch or a wizard with the rare magical ability to change their physical appearance through sheer will without having to use a Polyjuice potion or a spell. You were a metamorphmagus, and no one else knew of this except for your lifelong bestfriend and dorm mate, Luna Lovegood. You knew of her idiosyncrasies, so you told her. As expected, she accepted you for who you are. After all, she did see nargles and thestrals. What different would her metamorphmagus best friend be?

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 It was the day of the quidditch match between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, and you were running late. You stood in front of your window and hoisted yourself up onto the windowsill. You pried your window open big enough to squeeze yourself out without raising any suspicion. You quickly transformed yourself into a magpie. The world was now bigger to you. Your window looked like a giant building as the pane towered over your feathery form. Without wasting anymore time, you flew through the tiny gap and into the sky hoping you wouldn’t miss out on any history-making events during that match. 

 You flew through the sky as your tiny wings flapped as fast as they could. You headed straight for the forbidden forest. You found that flying through the forbidden forest took you to the quidditch pitch faster. Your beady eyes took in the view of the forest that was shrouded in mystery. Since it was daytime, only hippogriffs made themselves known. They were beautiful creatures, really. The centaurs were nowhere in sight, much to your relief. You were suddenly snatched away from your train of thought as a vine reached into the air and imprisoned your tiny body in its tight grip. You yelped in shock.

 “What the bloody hell?!” You screamed out in panic. However, to the human ear, you would only sound like a string of chirps blending in with the symphonies of the other birds.

 Now, you were stuck in the forbidden forest with no wand, no broom, no nothing. You were stuck with a vine wrapped around you. How bloody lovely. You were going to miss the quidditch game, the only time you ever got to saw the boy you fancied -- George Weasley.

 Suddenly, a broom shot erratically through the sky. It went in loop-de-loops, zigzags, circles, any shape possible- you name it. You saw a familiar redhead aboard the wild broom. It was George. And he had crashed a few feet away from you with a loud thud. He groaned and stood up, wincing in pain as his landing wasn’t a really soft one per se.

 “Rough game, quidditch.” He laughed to himself.

 Taking this as the opportunity to finally break free from your binds, you started to chirp like your life depended on it. Fortunately, George picked up on your distress signal and followed the source of the incessant chirps. A heavy weight was lifted off your chest as George towered over you. He looked pleasantly surprised to discover a magpie, his Patronus, in the woods. It must have been a destined meeting, he probably thought to himself.

 “Curious, eh? How did you end up here, little buddy?” George spoke to you in a gentle voice, careful not to scare you off.

 Except you weren’t scared. You were relishing in his voice, as a matter of fact. His caramel tones massaged your auditory senses and serenaded you. He gently picked you up from the vines and dusted off the dirt and twigs in your feathers. This felt surreal. You were in George’s hands, being held as if you were as fragile as a snowflake. Suddenly, a sharp sting poked into your side. You had been constricted for quite long, causing your wings to go limp. George took notice of the pain you were in and rubbed your wings gently. He truly had a soft spot for magpies.

 “You’ll be alright, little one. Let Georgie take of this.”

 George pulled out his wand and waved it.

 “Episkey!”

 The pain you were once in vanished into thin air. Your heart was going at hundreds of miles per hour. Being in his grasp was intoxicating. You flapped your wings and they were fully functional. You looked behind the boy who held you and saw that the sun was about to set. You decided that if you were in his presence any longer you might turn back into a human and just hug him then and there. So, without a moment to waste, you flew off flustered. You heard his farewells fade off in the distance as he waved to you. This was all too good to be real. Forget the quidditch match, your favourite Beater graced you with his presence and kindness in the forbidden forest.

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 You flew back to your dorm before curfew. Thankfully, the little gap you left open was still there. You shimmied through and transformed back. You saw Luna in the corner of the room, fascinated by the way your once-avian body transformed into her best friend.

 “Lovely!” Luna clapped, still in awe at the spectacle.

 “Luna, you’ve seen me do this a million times!” You laughed out. Your best friend’s child-like innocence and curiosity paved its way into your heart. You had a soft spot for her. Who wouldn’t? She was the nicest person in all of Hogwarts. She was too nice, in fact.

 You got ready for bed, except you weren’t sleeping at all. You tossed and turned every 5 minutes. Scenarios replayed in your head. You saw George up close. You thought back to his beautiful eyes and the way they looked at you with worry. His face was covered in freckles. His hair was messy, yet it complimented him so well. You squealed into your pillow, still thinking back enchantedly to what had happened a few hours ago in the forbidden forest. Did he slip a love potion into your breakfast? You sat up, giving in to the fact that you would not be sleeping a wink that night. Boy, did that Weasley hex you?

 “Are the nargles at work?” Luna asked. She was also up.

 “No-- Luna, I just had the most enchanting encounter with George-”

 “Do you fancy him?”

 “I shouldn’t have said anything.” You covered your mouth.

 You laid back down and pulled your blanket over your flustered face. Your ears turned pink. Were you really in love with George Weasley? You thought back to all the times you caught yourself staring at him in potions, examining the way he did things. You admired the way he chopped up his ingredients and high-fived his twin when their potion turned out successful. You merely watched him from the sidelines, smitten. When did it all start? The beginning of Dumbledore’s Army? You still don’t know.

 “Would you like to hear what happened?” You asked Luna.

 “Absolutely!”

 “So...”

 You explained everything to her. You explained everything to her in great detail. You tried to stop yourself from blushing as you had to recount the way George held you in his hands. He spoke to you so gently it melted you. You especially went into great deal how good he looked. You had to stop yourself for a moment before you started to go on and on about how smitten you were with the twin.

  “Oh Merlin, you’re in love!” Luna cooed, ruffling your hair.

  “I feel so confused!”

  “It’s okay, Y/N. Nargles fall in love too.”

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ghoulish girlfriends ♡

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Georgy Kurasov - The Battle of Amazon and Centaurs (2014).

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The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe (2005)

Adapting C. S. Lewis’ classic novel into a live-action film was a daunting task. It would’ve been impossible a decade ago, but finally, the technology required to make it happen is here. The results have been worth the wait.

Peter (William Moseley), Susan (Anna Popplewell), Edmund (Skandar Keynes), and Lucy Pevensie (Georgie Henley) are evacuated to the country home of Professor Kirke (Jim Broadbent) to escape the dangers of World War II. While playing hide-and-go-seek, Lucy stumbles upon a wardrobe like none other: its doors lead to the realm of Narnia. Inside this land where winter has no end, the cruel White Witch (Tilda Swinton) rules, but her “subjects” know it’s only a matter of time before two daughters of Eve and two sons of Adam, along with the lion Aslan (voiced by Liam Neeson) comes to their rescue.

Between the extended version, which runs a mere 5 minutes longer than the theatrical cut, and the one you saw in theaters, I say go with the original. The additional footage doesn’t add much. The most noticeable change are a few quick shots of the White Queen sending harpies into battle (they look decent, but I suspect they were cut because they stand out against the rest of her army). My only other significant criticism (applicable to both versions) is that, at times, the child actors are only so-so. The exception is Skandar Keynes, who brings depth to Edmund - a character that could’ve easily been one-dimensional. You can forgive this flaw in the same way you did in the early Harry Potter films, but it’s worth noting.

This is a great family film. It’s got exciting battle scenes and likable characters both adults and children can relate to. C.S. Lewis’ story could’ve easily been lost in the flurry of special effects, but amid the crazy creatures and exotic locations, the heart and drama that made this story a favorite remain. Surrounding the child actors and amplified by special effects are a great cast of seasoned performers, including James McAvoy, Ray Winstone, Dawn French and Michael Madsen. There was care poured into this picture, and it shows.

The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe has something for everyone. Lovers of fantasy will be impressed by the  mythological creatures (which include everything from great-looking centaurs and griffins to hideous monsters at the service of the White Witch). Children will enjoy the whimsical story, the frequent close calls as our heroes dodge danger at every turn, and the character growth. Adults will love Tilda Swinton as the villain, who always remains the most imposing and frightening figure on-screen. They’ll also admire the handling of this sophisticated story. It’s a plot complex enough to keep you entertained, but not so much that young audiences won’t be able to keep up.

The Chronicles of Narnia makes me think of The NeverEnding Story; another fantasy adventure that compliments its source material by bringing the visuals to stunning life and preserving what made the story endure. I'll even call it "good for the kids" because it takes them seriously. There are intense moments that allows for a full range of emotions but its tried-and-true themes mean young ones won't be overwhelmed. When you catch it, make sure you stick around for the credits. There’s a scene midway hinting at more to come. (Extended version on DVD, July 21, 2017)

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Georgy Kurasov, "Battle between Amazons and Centaurs", 2014.

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The Battle of Amazon and Centaurs (2014) Georgy Kurasov