Books never read, words never written. A story left untold. This is my greatest fear. That the words I carry in my heart will die along with me.
The story was written by Lorreta Marchize. “In the Golden Summer the Throne of Swords shall be lost, the Crown of light shall be found.” They read it every year, in secret of course, and without Our High King Reginald knowing. I do think we could just call him ‘The King’ or ‘Reginald’, but no we must call him Our High King. Perhaps that has something to do with why we don’t like him? Or did, I should say. But that is not the beginning, no far from it. That is the middle. It all began a hundred years ago, long […]
An examination of media consumption.