The Blog That Time Forgot

I will tell you of the birth of my son. In my youth, I was impetuous, wild, full of rage and passion and hate - much like other women of m...

The wails and cries of the kingdom in mourning shook the towers and spires to their foundations. Men-at-arms, knights and barons wrought the...

We should've left long ago.  Before Sir John died.  Thinking back to that day... History would record our journey as an attempt to fin...