Book Review: Toward the Gleam
Have you ever knocked on the back of a wardrobe just in case something was there? Do you see a particularly lovely and enchanting glade and immediately wonder if, just maybe, elves and hobbits dwelt…
Have you ever knocked on the back of a wardrobe just in case something was there? Do you see a particularly lovely and enchanting glade and immediately wonder if, just maybe, elves and hobbits dwelt…
The longest lived of all our presidents are John Adams and Herbert Hoover, with an impressive 90 years each. The first person to serve ice cream in the White House was First Lady Dolley Madison.…
Notice to the readers: artistic license was used in the writing of this article.Author: Greetings from Somewhere-in-the-United-States! Today we have the honor of speaking with some of our great nation's presidents. Good sirs, would you…
I see a fire behind your eyes That darkness cannot quell; As ashes from the mountain rise, You’ll storm the gates of Hell Mornie Utulie, Horo! - The ancient lava from the earth Is cool…
The night was darker and colder than it needed to be, or so Genevieve thought as she tightened her coat around her, shifted her backpack to a more comfortable position and stuffed her fingers into…
If you’ve been a devotee of C.S. Lewis or J.R.R. Tolkien for a while, you’ve probably heard about The Inklings. If you’re an aspiring writer and a Lewis/Tolkien fan, then you’ve probably dreamed about being…
The evening is soft and the purple dusk deep,The village a-slumber, my baby asleep,The cradle a-rocking beneath my tired foot,The fire a-flaming in this little hut. My husband’s a-fighting somewhere in the wild,And I am…
I usually talk about character crafting here, but this time I’d like to take a break from that and discuss the art of immersion and its dangers. Firstly, let me clarify what I mean by…
“The historical novel, as I learnt with some concern after I had written two or three, belongs to a despised genre,”1 wrote Patrick O’Brian. At the heart of his Aubrey-Maturin novels, however, is not adventure…
I begin my tale on a cold winter's eve. Outside, I could hear the wind screaming through the trees. Snow was falling in droves across the lawn. There was no way I was getting out…
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