Hookland 1/6/21 18:28:30

Stone guardians gaze in a time beyond the easy reckoning of clocks. Century blinks. Millennial shifting of focus. Agents of the Recording Angel, the spies of Judgement. – #CLNolan https://t.co/KNUdscxqVL

Hookland 1/5/21 2:35:53

We climb the year to the hill of May Eve. Villages make ready for their fairs. Here a greasing of pigs, there a greasing of poles. Bone fires are built, musicians take instruments from cases and feel their power to cause dance. A delicious madness is in the air. – #CLNolan

Hookland 1/5/21 3:45:28

A few hours in the boneyard scratching away at a notebook is never wasted. Even if the words deserve drowning in bilge, the company is exceptional. – #CLNolan #Writing https://t.co/4RxSjnwXRL