Month: July 2021

When we talk of lost gods, do we mean those wandering having forgotten their name and purpose or do we mean we’ve lost the names they answer to? Those whose titles are forgotten are not lost, merely waiting to be called, Waiting to wake from the land and walk again. – #CLNolan

When we talk of lost gods, do we mean those wandering having forgotten their name and purpose or do we mean we've lost the names they answer to? Those whose titles are forgotten are not lost, merely waiting to be called, Waiting to wake from the land and walk again. – #CLNolan

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 6, 2021

When I sailed the Strait of Malacca I discovered that what many label magic is actually a matter of faith. When I returned to my homeland I began to look at many claimed marvels and sorcery through this lens. Even old idiots may learn to see a missed truth. – #CLNolan

When I sailed the Strait of Malacca I discovered that what many label magic is actually a matter of faith. When I returned to my homeland I began to look at many claimed marvels and sorcery through this lens. Even old idiots may learn to see a missed truth. – #CLNolan

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 6, 2021

@alicenut1 Grief is an utter cockwad. It has no expiry date, follows no calendar and always kicks us where the bruises are. Astral hugs beamed.

Grief is an utter cockwad. It has no expiry date, follows no calendar and always kicks us where the bruises are. Astral hugs beamed.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 6, 2021

The fields of England are stretching in their sleep. The long songs of the land tumble from its dreams into mine. I hear sword clash and soldier shout, deep grave whispers. Ice thaw, deer-carving paths that gods will one day walk. I do not wish to wake. – Dr. Alice Toth, 1978 https://t.co/n3xroxNLGs

The fields of England are stretching in their sleep. The long songs of the land tumble from its dreams into mine. I hear sword clash and soldier shout, deep grave whispers. Ice thaw, deer-carving paths that gods will one day walk. I do not wish to wake. – Dr. Alice Toth, 1978 pic.twitter.com/n3xroxNLGs

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 6, 2021

@WildWoodSteve @DouglasWMiT We are at times, the trespassing spirits. One of the reasons Hookland is called ghost soil.

We are at times, the trespassing spirits. One of the reasons Hookland is called ghost soil.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 6, 2021

@EdKarshner One of the reasons Hookland is called ghost soil.

One of the reasons Hookland is called ghost soil.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 6, 2021

@sirensongs1 No.

No.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 6, 2021

@jan_bouwens They sleep, they wake. They sleep, they wake. It is constant repetition, but it is never dull.

They sleep, they wake. They sleep, they wake. It is constant repetition, but it is never dull.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 6, 2021

@sirensongs1 To be fair, it is an awful lot of what human life is about, so it‰Ûªs a good topic to settle into.

To be fair, it is an awful lot of what human life is about, so it’s a good topic to settle into.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 6, 2021

@sirensongs1 The book is wonderful. Like the best of Gaiman it simultaneously feels epic and intimate.

The book is wonderful. Like the best of Gaiman it simultaneously feels epic and intimate.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 6, 2021