Ned Hayes's Blog, page 142
November 4, 2013
"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 whip-poor-will, 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
November 3, 2013
"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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November 2, 2013
""Then the flap of a bird in a bush, and the crack of twigs...
""Then the flap of a bird in a bush, and the crack of twigs under stealthy footsteps. There was someone watching me from the trees. A faint shape and shadow in the wind, a stirring in the leaves. I gazed into the dappled dark, wondering at the watcher. I was turned away from the road when they came. I heard them first. The sound of horses in the distance was a vast thrumming like a swarm of distant angry bees."
— from the novel Sinful Folk
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November 1, 2013
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"There are men at the Monastery gates too, moving the great...
"There are men at the Monastery gates too, moving the great doors from their resting spots, setting the night watch. We are but distant shadows to them in the gloam. The doors swing ponderously to a close. The slamming thud of sound comes moments later, and then the Monastery is closed. The lights shuttered, doors shut. Night falls."
— from the novel Sinful Folk
Location: Bodleian Library, Oxford University
October 31, 2013
"Under the sanctuary are the catacombs where the dead wait for...
"Under the sanctuary are the catacombs where the dead wait for resurrection. The living do not venture there.
The caverns here underneath the Sanctuary are illuminated only by dim shafts of light from the sanctuary. The walls are etched with flowers of frost, but at least I am out of the wind. Dark bays line the hall in front of me, a vast rabbit warren, each hold filled to the brim with the scent of the past.”
— from the novel Sinful Folk
Life and death are lovers.
Hand in hand,
They run across the...
Life and death are lovers.
Hand in hand,
They run across the world and
Laugh at us, who
Think them enemies.
— David Jones
