Musings on ‘The Wheel of Time’ preceding the TV adaptation’s 3rd season
The shepherd walked down the city’s main thoroughfare. His face was hidden inside the cowl of his grey cloak. He kept to himself, but people would...
The shepherd walked down the city’s main thoroughfare. His face was hidden inside the cowl of his grey cloak. He kept to himself, but people would...
Poeticism has turned into something of an insincere practice in our society. It’s as if the modern human can’t stomach anything that isn’t given to him...
I rewrote the first sentence of this particularly unwieldy piece of prose a dozen times before settling for one that felt right. It was important that...