In that false sleep that mocks death in its mimicry, the cunning send out their spirits across the land in borrowed shapes, with eyes of crow or eel to see high or deep. They leap from fur to feather, grow tails and speak not of it even when under heavy ale. – Dr. Bron, 1645
In that false sleep that mocks death in its mimicry, the cunning send out their spirits across the land in borrowed shapes, with eyes of crow or eel to see high or deep. They leap from fur to feather, grow tails and speak not of it even when under heavy ale. – Dr. Bron, 1645
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 31, 2020