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March 20, 2014

"I’m a writer and, therefore, automatically a suspicious character."

“I’m a writer and, therefore, automatically a suspicious character.”

- Alfred Hitchcock  (via rabbitinthemoon)
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Published on March 20, 2014 07:01

“I can see her now. On the day we take the forest path to the...



“I can see her now. On the day we take the forest path to the deep stream beside the alder copse. There a plover calls in the deep woodsy stillness, and then a pair of martins dart across the over-grown path. Through the trees can be seen the thick and fast-moving line of flowing water, a steep bank beneath our feet and flowering at the edge of the water, the purple loosestrife and meadowsweet of spring.”



— from the newly best-selling novel SINFUL FOLK

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Published on March 20, 2014 05:01

March 19, 2014

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Published on March 19, 2014 14:24

"Oh! I am delighted with the book! I should like to spend my whole life in reading it."

“Oh! I am delighted with the book! I should like to spend my whole life in reading it.”

- Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey (via thatwetshirt)
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Published on March 19, 2014 10:00

"The sound of a distant ocean covers me with surf, that tide...



"The sound of a distant ocean covers me with surf, that tide that bears me back eternally into the past, back to the place where I was born. My mother took me out in our little fishing boat, out on the open water of the sea. The thrum and hiss of surf upon the shore behind us, the breaking rhythm never ceasing. My mother waited until we were out of sight of land."



— Sinful Folk, by Ned Hayes, and New York Times bestseller Nikki McClure

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Published on March 19, 2014 07:01

March 18, 2014

Auntie’s Bookstore in Spokane will be hosting an author...



Auntie’s Bookstore in Spokane will be hosting an author event for author Ned Hayes’s new historical novel, Sinful Folk.


A reading, Q&A and book signing will begin @ 7:00 p.m. 



More details here »



7 pm — March 20 — Author Reading, Signing and Q&A — Auntie’s Bookstore in Spokane

Also check out the Northwest Writer’s Panel discussion the previous night (3/19) with local Pacific Northwest authors. 

Come one, come all !

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Published on March 18, 2014 12:01

Fantastic medieval manuscripts — like the ones I read when...











Fantastic medieval manuscripts — like the ones I read when I was writing the medieval historical novel SINFUL FOLK 


PHOTOS VIA:


uispeccoll: By request for pesquetet who wanted images of medieval animals (particularly ones that do not reflect reality).  


Our medieval manuscripts do not have as many figures so I am going to present you with our giant, wonderful, and odd manuscript Antiphonal from 1720 which is our best source of strange and wonderful creatures not reflecting reality.  And sometimes smoking pipes.


Antiphonarium. Vel. (1720), 55 ff. (63 x 46 cm.). Written for a Spanish convent. Modern vellum binding (De Ricci 10)

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Published on March 18, 2014 07:01

March 17, 2014

"The road is a river of ice, slick and unforgiving. A harsh...




"The road is a river of ice, slick and unforgiving. A harsh sweep of white iron, smooth as glass and cold enough to freeze any uncovered inch of flesh to the surface. Hillocks and haystacks rise up, isles in a smoking brume. Here and there snow has blown aside, revealing the line of the great white stone road that slices through the hills."



— from the novel Sinful Folk


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Published on March 17, 2014 08:25

"A bird calls, distant and wounded. The woods are still as...



"A bird calls, distant and wounded. The woods are still as death. Quick steam huffs in and out of Geoff’s open mouth. And with that, the dangerous moment seems past. We gather wood and help Tom build his fire. As I pick up spare twigs and dried bracken, I wonder how far our sounds penetrate into the black forest, and how far our shouts echo along the White Road. Anyone approaching along the road could find us here."


— from the novel Sinful Folk

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Published on March 17, 2014 07:01

March 16, 2014

"Behind me a round window: a circle of light that stabs through...



"Behind me a round window: a circle of light that stabs through into the gloom of candles and dusty scrolls. Dust motes float in the beam of light and land upon the leg-irons and my blood-flecked tunic. The light from that window seems like a ghostly shape to me, an angel that hangs over all of us, silently judging every truth, every lie."



— from the novel Sinful Folk



PHOTO: uncoverinq: (by Aleksandra Tymoszenko)

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Published on March 16, 2014 10:01