things are remembered differently
If I say good things about a book, it’s because I mean it. I’m too old and grumpy to blow smoke. It’s great work. https://t.co/I6G1xJKZpj
If I say good things about a book, it's because I mean it. I'm too old and grumpy to blow smoke. It's great work. https://t.co/I6G1xJKZpj
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) May 5, 2016
Û÷There is a darkness in the hills you can never capture, yet that darkness may possess you.Ûª ÛÒ C.L. Nolan
‘There is a darkness in the hills you can never capture, yet that darkness may possess you.’ – C.L. Nolan
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) May 5, 2016
@lazcorp Ouch. There is another reason the very limited edition book I have in mind will be below ISBN radar.
@lazcorp Ouch. There is another reason the very limited edition book I have in mind will be below ISBN radar.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) May 5, 2016
@lazcorp My excuse will be that Mr. Nolan was an Edwardian and would have none of the ISBN nonsense.
@lazcorp My excuse will be that Mr. Nolan was an Edwardian and would have none of the ISBN nonsense.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) May 5, 2016
@MaynardLara An ancient holy well, dressed with flowers by neo-pagans following old tradition and also decorated by Christian with cross.
@MaynardLara An ancient holy well, dressed with flowers by neo-pagans following old tradition and also decorated by Christian with cross.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) May 5, 2016
@MKTGRepublic Something ain’t working when a marketing guru is paying for ads.
@MKTGRepublic Something ain't working when a marketing guru is paying for ads.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) May 5, 2016
‘This siege on imagiation. This exile from words, from #writing. It withers the best of me. Let it end.’ – C.L. Nolan
'This siege on imagiation. This exile from words, from #writing. It withers the best of me. Let it end.' – C.L. Nolan
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) May 5, 2016
Through distortion of witch glass the wood stretched toward him. Black fingers scratching at his soul. – CL Nolan https://t.co/R2SXVrxXdZ
Through distortion of witch glass the wood stretched toward him. Black fingers scratching at his soul. – CL Nolan pic.twitter.com/R2SXVrxXdZ
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) May 5, 2016
@catvincent Traces of accent even in Ashcourt. Estuary boys, the mud and salt-kissed wind tattoos on the bones. https://t.co/l8SNT7Vh8X
@catvincent Traces of accent even in Ashcourt. Estuary boys, the mud and salt-kissed wind tattoos on the bones. pic.twitter.com/l8SNT7Vh8X
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) May 5, 2016
Dreams of ancient ruins. Black skies and dust screams. The harvest of a librarian reading their own forbidden shelves. – C.L. Nolan
Dreams of ancient ruins. Black skies and dust screams. The harvest of a librarian reading their own forbidden shelves. – C.L. Nolan
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) May 6, 2016