…except actually, it isn’t. As the daughter of a linguist, I inherited an affinity for words. I revel in the variety and precision of expression afforded by the English language (the only one in which I am fluent, unfortunately–albeit in two forms, modern and middle) and its cheerful propensity for borrowing words and phrases, and [...]
Originally posted on my old blog, 13 May 2009 He’s the son of the Dagda, the Celtic father-god who is the land itself, and he is very beautiful. He is kind, and everyone who sees him falls in love with him. If a girl asks him for a kiss, he gives it to her, and [...]
In 1493, the world looked a lot different than it does now. The history of the world was a lot different from what it is now. In most of Europe, they had not yet heard of the “discovery” of the “New World”, and the memory of the Black Plague was still within reach. And somewhere [...]

