Random Renaissance Era Quotes (Well, mostly)
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I try to keep a back stock on all the tankards but sometimes large orders put me behind the curve. I normally ship within 48 hours (two business days). Most orders are shipped on the same day of the order if the ship-to address is a confirmed address for Paypal. If you use other forms of payment, the shipping will be delayed until the money has cleared… not a problem for PayPal users.
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What method of shipping do you use? I use the US Postal Service Priority Mail for almost everything shipped domestically or First Class Mail for the smaller items. Back to Top of Page
Do you ship internationally?
I currently will ship to Canada, the United Kingdom, Australia, or other English-speaking countries. I use Global Priority Mail or Global Express Mail in most cases. International shipping fees will be considerably higher and there may be a substantial customs fee in addition when you receive your package. I have no way of knowing what the custom fee is, so please contact www.usps.gov or the equivalent on your end if you have any questions regarding this. Feel free to email me for an approximate international shipping fee prior to purchasing. Because the international rates are higher, please do not use the Add to Cart button to order. Email me and I will send you a Paypal invoice separately. Back to Top of Page
Yes but unfortunately the combined shipping is not automatically calculated. If you will email me with the items you plan to purchase, I will let you know what the combined shipping will be. Back to Top of Page
Paypal (which allows you to use a credit card even if you don’t have a Paypal account). Back to Top of Page
I do accept returns. I accept returns and will either refund money (less shipping fees) or replace the item, if defective, as long as the item is returned within two weeks of my original ship date. Back to Top of Page
Well it’s actually pretty simple. You just let me know the name of the faire (be SURE to let me know the state the faire is in because many faires have very similar names) and the information that needs to be corrected. Back to Top of Page
I have a suggestion for another category that I think would be interesting, and or useful? How do I make the suggestion?
Well it’s actually pretty simple. You just href=”https://all-about-renaissance-faires.com/faq/contact-me”>let me know
href=”https://all-about-renaissance-faires.com/faq/contact-me”>let me know. I will do a little research to see how many people are searching the internet for the subject and/or category. If the demand is there, I will add it. There are just not enough hours in the day for me to add a lot of the niche categories. I know some of them are very interesting, but, as I said, there just aren’t enough hours in the day. I try to always give credit for suggestions/corrections in my “Recent Site Updates” page. If you don’t want credit (some people feel a little funny about having their names on the internet) just let me know. I DO NOT put any contact information on the site. Back to Top of Page
It couldn’t be easier. Just let me know the name of the faire and the state it is in (many faires have similar names so I REALLY need the state too). If you can give me the faires URL address that would be even better. I will add it with the next site update. Back to Top of Page
A touch of “Swan Song” and a dash of “The Stand”…Very good post-apocalyptic tale in the mode and mood of R. McCammon’s “Swan Song” and S. King’s “The Stand”. ★★★★★
Excerpt from Troop of Shadows:
Dani cursed the weight of her backpack. The final two items from the ransacked Walgreens, crammed in as an afterthought ten minutes ago, might cost her everything. After surviving the last twelve months of hell only to be thwarted now by a can of Similac and a twelve-pack of Zest soap, would be sadly anticlimactic. Despite running at a full sprint down a dark suburban street, dodging overflowing garbage cans while eluding three men who would steal her hard-won tubes of Neosporin and likely rape and kill her in the process, she snorted at the thought of a fictional headline: Young Woman’s Life Ends Tragically but Zestfully Clean.
Damn it, she would ditch the backpack. She could come back tomorrow night for it, but right now staying alive outweighed any future benefit its contents might provide. As her pursuers rounded the corner behind her, she darted across the front lawn of a house and leaped over a cluster of dead juniper shrubs. A year ago, those shrubs had been green, manicured, and providing curb appeal to the upscale neighborhood; they functioned now as a hurdle component in the obstacle course Dani navigated on most nights.
She angled toward the side of the house and around the corner, only to come to an abrupt stop next to a six-foot barricade. Residents of these sprawling bedroom communities situated between Dallas and Fort Worth clung to their privacy fences as fiercely as their rural counterparts did to their firearms. Why all those day-trading dads and cheerleader moms required such secrecy was beyond Dani. She didn’t care. All that mattered was how difficult they made her nightly forages. Only idiots or people with a death wish traveled alone on the streets anymore. The clever ones navigated through backyards and drainage ditches, shadowed easements and alleyway, avoiding open spaces and other humans.
Especially humans traveling in groups.
Stealth and caution were second nature to her now, and she was pissed at herself for loading up the backpack with more weight than she could easily carry at a full run.
She flung the pack into the undergrowth of a once meticulous garden, making a mental note of the enormous red tip photinia which camouflaged the bundle in a leafy shroud. She hoped to be alive the next day to retrieve it.
She clambered up the fence, finding a toehold on a warped plank, and squirmed over the top. A silver fingernail of a moon did little to illuminate the backyard. Weak starlight reflected off the inky surface of a half-empty, kidney-shaped swimming pool. Her Nikes gripped the concrete deck as she skirted the murky water and made a beeline for the back of the yard that was, of course, separated from its neighbor by a privacy fence. It was a tall one too — a full ten feet. There were no bushes or trees to use for leverage either. She scanned the area for anything that might serve as a step ladder.
Of all the yards she could have chosen for her escape, she’d picked one with a damn ten-foot fence.
Her heart raced from the sprint, but not from panic. Gone was the young woman from a year ago, the full-time floundering college dropout and part-time surly Starbucks barista who spent too much time reading books and not enough time looking for a job that would allow her to move out of her parents’ house. She was too smart for her own good, everyone had told her. She should have taken that secretarial position in North Dallas, but she would have lost her sanity in that environment. The tedious filing, the ringing phones, the office politics — in other words, hell on earth for a girl with an IQ over a hundred and fifty.
Despite the recent horrors, she’d come into her own at last, after twenty-one years of meandering through life unfocused and unchallenged. The extra twenty pounds she’d been carrying courtesy of Freddy’s cheeseburgers and Taco Bell burritos were gone, thanks to her newfound self-discipline and endless hours of Krav Maga training with Sam. Not only had she transformed her body, she’d elevated and strengthened her mind as well. Before the power had gone out, she’d watched countless tutorials on T’ai Chi, Qigong, and Buddhist meditation. During that same window — when people were beginning to get sick, but before most of them had died — she’d combed book stores and libraries within a fifteen-mile radius. When the country went dark and people realized that life-saving information was no longer available with a few keystrokes, Dani had amassed reference material on subjects as diverse as hydroponics and combat first aid, ancient meat drying techniques and bomb making. Between martial arts lessons with Sam, she spent every spare minute absorbing the printed esoteric knowledge like a greedy lizard on a sun-drenched rock.
Knowledge was survival.
When the first of the men slithered over the fence into the backyard, she hadn’t found anything to use as a foothold. Another figure followed behind him. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and released it from her lungs, slow and measured, then took off at a full run toward them. While she ran, fingers slid down to a leather sheath secured to her belt. Two seconds before she reached the first of her would-be assailants, a Ka-Bar — the grandaddy of tactical knives — was in her hand.
Dani used momentum and every ounce of her one-hundred-twenty pound frame to slam the first man into the second, knocking both assailants off-balance and unprepared for her next move: a vicious stab to the groin of the first. He collapsed to his knees. She followed with a backhand movement, opening up the throat of his companion. A similar gesture to the man with the injured groin silenced his moaning.