I picked quite the time to start this endeavor, Christmas is a busy time at my work! But I will persevere. Though of course now I’ve found the time to sit down and write I can’t think of anything to say. Always the way I suppose.

Yesterday I started watching Vikings. If you haven’t heard of it, I’d describe it as Norse Game of Thrones. Which for a GoT fan and Norse mythos lover like me is just perfect.

The early morning mist curled. An ethereal beast’s tendrils grasping at the land. Silence hugged close too, peaceful and still.

A powerful stench, the unmistakable signature of decay broke the illusion that all was well.

Scattered across the verdant fields wet with dew were innumerable bodies. Some armoured, some less so. Some almost untouched, others hacked into several pieces.

There was one thing they had in common — the silent, glass eyed stare that marked the passing of Deaths touch. Knight and peasant, good and evil, all was made equal in death.

Silence consumed. Broken only be the intermittent squawk of the feasting ravens.

I’d put something interesting I found on the Internet here to placate the voice in my head that tells me this is an exercise in narcissism. But I haven’t had time for my usual idle browsing today, so instead.. A blog recommendation!

A lovely someone I met through Nanowrimo and who was the main inspiration behind me starting this blog —Tackfiction! Go follow her on Instagram for her awesome and very bookish blog! (Link for the lazy)

That’s all for now…

Thought for the day: In motorcycling and in life — Look where you want to go