The Blog That Time Forgot

I am the symbol of Creation and Destruction I am the beginning and the end. With my tail in my mouth I am the Circle of Eternity. Wis...

What A Song of Ice and Fire was always about for me. So, that's the end of A Game of Thrones . I've written about it a few t...

Just over five years after Steve Tompkins' death , Miguel Martins died . Deuce Richardson has a fine tribute marking the fifth year ...

Here at TC Central a schism wider than the Hyrkanian steppes has long separated me from site-founder Leo Grin and Silver-Key – wielder Bria...

Books dealing on Scottish history were easier for me to obtain than those dealing with Irish history, so in my childhood I knew infinite...

The depiction of dinosaurs as monsters has long been a bit of a double-edged sword. On the one hand, dinosaurs-as-monsters has kept them...

Urgh. How very unrealistic . I love realism in my speculative fiction, but I am by no means beholden to it. I can enjoy realistic scien...

Let me speak first of all about her prayerfulness. In church no one was so silent and composed as she, no one so wrapt in prayer. Whilst ...

The principal of these were Constantine the Bald, son of King Culen, and Gryme, son of Kenneth, son of King Duff; and, plotting unceasin...

Earl Sigurd made himself a mighty chief;  he joined his fellowship with Thorstein the red, son of Olaf the white and Aud the deep-minded,...