Eyes

Eyes   I caught the first sight of the Château as the carriage rounded a bend in the road, bringing me over the ridge to look down into the valley. On the near end of the valley was a typical picturesque Normandy village. On the far side was the Château, rising like a black island [...]

Posted at 12:34 pm on November 20, 2007 | leave a comment | Filed Under: Fiction, Normandy, Story, Suspense | read on

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In the distant past, the bards of the Celts were used to pass down stories, epics, and poetry the next generation. Since the advent ’free’ market everyone with half a cerebrum and mobile hand have able to flood literature with their watery garbage.

Books have become devalued to little more than a past time and poetry has been nearly pushed off the brink of extinction.

 This is a bard’s last attempt at bringing back value to fiction, poetry, and the dying tradition of story-telling.

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