a dram 'bout i
One night long ago, I stumbl'd upon a passage to anoth'r w'rld and transmigrateth did I, on the wing'd summ'r's breeze, yond eve in Firenze. The day's heat hadst wan'd and I wast joyous, elat'd. I laid me down on a soft pile of grasses to gazeth at the starry night and alloweth mine own mind its wand'rings. I did sooneth awake visage to visage with a fantastical creature in a strange, brilliant w'rld. To mine own most wondrous hoyday, those gents hadst been expecting me and toldeth me I wast a changling and nam'd me Frostylocks. They did lendeth me a treehome and stocketh it wast with musical instruments. And seteth me they did, upon mine own imaginations.
Anon I roveth the lands to playeth for thee songs of revelry!
In this hist'rical fantasy adventure, a Fae changeling awakens in Nottinghamshire, England. The year—1194. 'Tis a time of knights, castles, of kings and queens, fantastical creatures and of magick. Prince John is vying f'r the throne of England. King Richard the Lionheart is on crusade. And something is stirring in The Sh'rwood. Followeth our infamous h'ro, Frostylocks, on his time-traipsing adventure as that gent discov'rs his h'ritage and the startling truths of the univ'rse that lie beyond the f'rest hollows. 181pp. PDF Download.