Primeval
No trace left behind As footworn path slips away Forest echoes past Continue reading Primeval
No trace left behind As footworn path slips away Forest echoes past Continue reading Primeval
I once read a book that opened with the main character, a twentieth century man, finding himself thrust into ninth century Europe. Once he regained his orientation and realized there was no place to go for a stiff drink, he took stock of his surroundings. One of the first peculiarities he noticed was the absence of noise. Not the absence of birds chirping, crickets buzzing, … Continue reading Silence is Golden