"Then Aslan turned to them and said, "You do not yet look so happy as I mean you to be." Lucy said, "We're so afraid of being sent away, Aslan. And you have sent us back into our own world so often." "No fear of that," said Aslan, "Have you not guessed?" Their hearts leaped and a wild hope rose within them. "There was a real railway accident," said Aslan softly, "Your father and mother and all of you are--as you used to call it in the Shadowlands--dead. The term is over: the holidays have begun. The dream is ended: this is the new morning." And as He spoke He no longer looked to them like a lion, but the things that began to happen after that were so great and beautiful that I cannot write them. And for us this is the end of all the stories, and we can most truly say that they lived happily ever after. But for them it was only the beginning of the real story. All their life in this world and all their adventures in Narnia had only been the cover and the title page: now at last they were beginning Chapter One of the Great Story which no one on earth has read: which goes on forever. In which every chapter is better than the one before."
And so I finished the very last chapter of the very last book in the Chronicles of Narnia. I cried. Though I can't say I'm into all the mythology and weirdness that comes with fantasy, this was one of the most beautiful, spellbinding, gripping series I've ever read. I could read those last few paragraphs over and over, forever--just drooling over the words--thinking of the deeper meaning.
"Miracles are a retelling in small letters of the very same story which is written across the whole world in letters too large for some of us to see." — C.S. Lewis