Anthony Earnshaw



Wintersol

Wintersol

HIS IS THE TALE of an enemy whom millions regard as a friend. It tells of the origins and early career of one who races like a spectre across our wintry skies, and descends from time to time to swivel a maleficent eye towards our camps and settlements.

The truth of this tale is painful, but nothing of that truth is left unsaid; though we must unsay much that hagiography and squalid commerce declare in regard to our protagonist.

HE WHOM YOUR HEARTS LOVE
IS IN SOOTH THE
ADVERSERY OF YOUR PEACE

Some truths can only be ignored with frightening results. Reality begins in confusion and ends in mystery; and for chronicles who, deserting comfort and shelter, have hewn passeges through oneiric mountains and sailed the fifty seven seas of the muroid* world, no illusions linger. We must tell our tale piece by piece, from the cataracts of its begining to the clouds of its close, and the Reader must create his own refuge.

*Musroid: an adjactive derived from the primal word musrum (Greek mus==secret + rume==force).

Anthony Earnshaw - The Imp of Surrealism