This is not the gentle stride of the white Faerie steed of the willowy Faerie Queen and her flower Faerie attendants, but the mania of dark Fae, the Winter Fae and their Horned God.
I had intentionally chosen my home and lifestyle to get away from what I believed to be a materialist society that would have me chained to a desk in debtor’s prison. Unwittingly, I had also chosen a soundtrack that infiltrated my subconscious and impeded the enjoyment of my home and the ...
When I added the lovely extra letters to words like 'neighbour' and 'favourite', or went 'to hospital' or back 'to University', it did not feel fraudulent, but like a gleeful, mischievous sort of conceit.