A Surfeit of Quarters
Recently in Limerick I came across this: Earlier that day I had been in Limerick’s Fashion Quarter: I must admit on the Saturday afternoon before Christmas there wasn’t…
Poca favilla gran fiamma seconda
Recently in Limerick I came across this: Earlier that day I had been in Limerick’s Fashion Quarter: I must admit on the Saturday afternoon before Christmas there wasn’t…
Here there is a great dollop of exposition in the best declamatory style – including the word “yeomen”. Indeed, “local yeomen”. In the phrase “gathering local yeomen”. Ahem. Part 1…
Inadvertently, the last two posts here have provoked reflections on how I fell out of love with fantasy (and a somewhat lesser extent science fiction) – so this review continues that theme. I…