Greetings, Readers… A clean field opens, a breeze crosses the skin, and a bow rises into that light like a living thought. A page turns, a world gathers, and George R. R. Martin’s archers step forward with quivers that carry…
A meditation on hurt, ritual, and the intimate violence of archery “Then the English archers stept forth one pace and let fly their arrows so wholly [together] and so thick, that it seemed snow. When the Genoways felt the arrows…...
“The king, his heart resolute, called upon his knights, ‘Where is my son, Charles?’ They replied, ‘Sire, we know not; we believe he fights on.’ Then he declared, ‘Loyal companions, lead me into the fray, that I may strike but…...