Welcome to the Rivers of Grue. My name is Richard Charles Stevens, Keeper of the Crimson Quill, and this is my immortal legacy. In honour of the fallen, from the deepest essence of an English gentleman with the heart of a lion, soul of a poet, and eyes for only truth. While the subject matters herein may be dark, there exists always a light source. Providing voice to the voiceless until I breathe my very last.
Today is one of unparalleled jubilation. You see, forty years ago to this very day, my … More
As I bow and kiss your hand I think to myself, He is the loveliest creature in … More
It must be positively horrid not possessing a soul All that delicious essence and nowhere … More
