Tath Matherhorse and the Gentle Kiss of the Wind

Horror of horrors, I just came across the original version of my fantasy novel, penned when I was around fifteen. Sadly, my fifteen-year-old self thought that good writing meant cramming as many adjectives as possible into a single sentence, and likewise thought it was a brilliant idea to name a character¬†“Tath Matherhorse.” Actual lines from the story: A soothing darkness had fallen over the camp, … Continue reading Tath Matherhorse and the Gentle Kiss of the Wind