Hookland 9/10/19 5:39:35

In the city, night is gaslight hiss, shadow blankets that do not cover the whole of sleeping world. In the country, night is lanes veined with moonlight and the soft padding of poachers and witch-walkers. – #CLNolan

Hookland 9/10/19 6:07:45

@thewayofnight @SJFTremoribus @ElliottBlackwe3 @Downstrodden @WhoTookMyName7 @rowantreewood @DragonSage478 @AWhisperofTrees @andypaciorekart @LadyAlthaea @CailleachHerbar It is the time for hedge incense, but it is always time for tea and buns and malarkey.

Hookland 9/10/19 6:53:03

@BBolander Writing is a territory of doubt. The more you progress, the more you push on, the bigger the surround of doubt. I would say it is a sign of actually getting somewhere.

Hookland 9/10/19 8:53:18

@odavies9 Even as child of eleven having just read LOTR, I found it odd. An alien overwriting of landscape. I remember me and friend riding our bikes 20 miles to see it and going: ‰ÛÏNothing is less Gandalf.‰Û

Hookland 9/10/19 18:19:47

A witch must know subtle curses. The sending of the battlefield dreams of old soldiers or unending ache of a parent who outlived a child. A witch who curses, should know justice is not a hammer, but a needle placed at the tenderest part. – Faith Dunmort, 1976 #WitchWednesday