Francesca Quarto's Blog Is Up!


Check out some unique thoughts, a bit of humor and perhaps, if lucky, some good insights into the life of a writer.

When the Green Mother calls ye home, home to her verdant rolling hills and moss covered castles, with their howling shades and breathing walls ; ye dare not refuse.

 Nay, when the Mother whispers yer name, ye will rise above all else, and fly to her, to stretch  yer naked body upon Her beating heart.

                                        The Bastard's Lament, 1527 AD

​As dreamed of by Francesca Q.