There has been a book awaiting my attention for a few years now, waiting on the right moment. The time, I think has come.
After reading Feargal Keane’s… 501 more words
Look at those lights; it’s a big snake. Urchin the Elder had just emerged, along with the rest of us, from the darkening woods. Light was fading fast, gloaming we call it in these parts, and spread out before us was the increasingly twinkly panorama of the modern life that the ancient woods had held back. 550 more words