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Sinful Folk illustrator Nikki McClure's painstaking papercut...

Sinful Folk illustrator Nikki McClure's painstaking papercut process.

Love her artwork, and her fabulous cover for Sinful Folk! 

More information about Nikki McClure here » 

PHOTO: gathrnomoss: Papercut by Nikki McClure by LSO - The Mark Olympia on Flickr.

Yes, this is true of the novel Sinful Folk, believe it or not!

Yes, this is true of the novel Sinful Folk, believe it or not! 

“The valley where our village of Duns rests is surrounded...

“The valley where our village of Duns rests is surrounded by forested hills. The path from our village to the King’s Highway is no road at all; it is a crooked line of mud rutted with cart tracks, a rough trough where the dirty snow is stabbed through by the hooves of feral sheep. To the east, that faint track leads up through the forest until it reaches, finally, the open country and paths that lead to other places.”

— from the novel SINFUL FOLK

PHOTO: Untitled (by vamitos)

"When you write a novel, you make other people see your imaginary friends."

“When you write a novel, you make other people see your imaginary friends.”

- Tayari Jones (via tayarijones)

"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."

— from the novel SINFUL FOLK

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"I let it go. It’s like swimming against the current. It exhausts you. After a while, whoever you..."

“I let it go. It’s like swimming against the current. It exhausts you. After a while, whoever you are, you just have to let go, and the river brings you home.”

- Joanne Harris, Five Quarters of the Orange (via murmurrs)

"Ahead is a great breadth of countryside stretching out, forests...

"Ahead is a great breadth of countryside stretching out, forests and farmland. Hillocks and haystacks rise up, isles in a smoking brume.

After the snow of the night before, the day is washed clean: all is silver and bright with ice, and a light wind moves us forward. Here and there snow has blown aside, revealing the line of the great white stone road that slices through the hills. It is an unswerving line marked by the Romans, carved straight out of this untrammeled landscape.”

— from the novel SINFUL FOLK

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"Writing is a lonely job. Having someone who believes in you makes a lot of difference. They don’t..."

“Writing is a lonely job. Having someone who believes in you makes a lot of difference. They don’t have to make speeches. Just believing is usually enough.”

- Stephen King, On Writing (via nickmiller)

"I always marvel at the humans’ ability to keep going. They always manage to stagger on even with..."

“I always marvel at the humans’ ability to keep going. They always manage to stagger on even with tears streaming down their faces.”

- Markus Zusak, The Book Thief   (via shygarden)

"On most nights under the winter moon, when we have made our...

"On most nights under the winter moon, when we have made our camp, around us echo faint sounds of that other hidden world – the one of meadow and forest in the night. The melody of whippoorwill, the cry of hunting owl, the scurrying rush of vole and chasing fox. This night, the land is empty. The silence is deep in stark and open heath, the woods carry no sound."

— from the novel SINFUL FOLK