Even the dead colonise a past that they never lived. – #CLNolan https://t.co/vzT6tyhBFw
Even the dead colonise a past that they never lived. – #CLNolan pic.twitter.com/vzT6tyhBFw
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) May 6, 2017
Month: July 2017
Hookland 7/5/17 5:55:29
@HEStrategy @RobGMacfarlane @folkhorror https://t.co/KYGovMGiVy
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) May 6, 2017
Hookland 7/5/17 6:03:23
@RobGMacfarlane @HEStrategy @folkhorror @mjohnharrison The Penglaz patrols the borders of mine. It takes a mare of the night to keep the other nightmares away.
The Penglaz patrols the borders of mine. It takes a mare of the night to keep the other nightmares away.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) May 6, 2017
Hookland 7/5/17 6:47:49
@thesweetcheat @RobGMacfarlane @HEStrategy @folkhorror @mjohnharrison https://t.co/ula3ZzdGTQ
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) May 6, 2017
Hookland 7/5/17 6:58:38
@thesweetcheat @RobGMacfarlane @HEStrategy @folkhorror @mjohnharrison Hookland is ghost soil. It can be found evenly spread across all landscapes – real, remembered differently and imaginary.
Hookland is ghost soil. It can be found evenly spread across all landscapes – real, remembered differently and imaginary.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) May 6, 2017
Hookland 7/5/17 7:04:49
@Freyalyn @thesweetcheat @RobGMacfarlane @HEStrategy @folkhorror @mjohnharrison In the ghost soil, story grows strong/
In the ghost soil, story grows strong/
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) May 6, 2017
Hookland 7/5/17 7:19:47
Some words from the #Hookland Dialect Dictionary. https://t.co/KaVXDsqHJJ
Some words from the #Hookland Dialect Dictionary. pic.twitter.com/KaVXDsqHJJ
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) May 6, 2017
Hookland 7/5/17 8:08:28
There’s something in the corridor, but it’s clever. It stays hidden on the lip of darkness. – Professor Ted Hand https://t.co/Paxa0bd1Eb
There's something in the corridor, but it's clever. It stays hidden on the lip of darkness. – Professor Ted Hand pic.twitter.com/Paxa0bd1Eb
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) May 6, 2017
Hookland 7/5/17 8:47:15
Open pub door cuts dark, fills it with a light and song: ‘I’ll have apple brandy to sing me to bed For which tomorrow, I’ll have sore head’
Open pub door cuts dark, fills it with a light and song:
'I'll have apple brandy to sing me to bed
For which tomorrow, I'll have sore head'— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) May 6, 2017
Hookland 7/5/17 9:09:58
@heartsasunder Thank you. If I ever stumble into a good image it is only through observation.
Thank you. If I ever stumble into a good image it is only through observation.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) May 6, 2017