I possess only an inchoate image of the myriad of ephemeral moments that lead to this one; that lead to me loving you.
Inchoate. Myriad. Ephemeral.
These are my three favourite words and they mean the following:
inchoate: just begun and so not fully formed or developed; rudimentary
myriad: a countless or extremely great number of people or things
ephemeral: lasting or enjoyed for only a short time
They originate from my love of fantasy. Inchoate is written on the first page of Cecilia Dart-Thornton‘s The Ill-Made Mute, the first novel in The Bitterbynde Trilogy. I remember seeing it as a teenager and freezing. It was a word I couldn’t pronounce, I’d never heard it before, and I had no idea what it meant. The shock was palpable. The rest of the series, and her Crowthistle Chronicles, took me to realms of fantasy with such rich and beautiful language, and a tapestry of mythological stories that I hold close to this day. If you’ve read them and know the adoration I’m talking about, then please, recommend me more in this vein!
What are your favourite words? Can you put them in a sentence in the comments or a tweet?