Ned Hayes's Blog, page 145
October 23, 2013
"A log falls in the fire. The sparks rise in bloom. The men are...
"A log falls in the fire. The sparks rise in bloom. The men are silent in their thoughts. In this darkness, his eyes catch the light like a cat."
— from the novel Sinful Folk
October 22, 2013
"Writing has laws of perspective, of light and shade just as painting does, or music. If you are born..."
- Truman Capote (via ilivetowriteandinspire)
"The darkness around us presses down, as if to listen. The music...
"The darkness around us presses down, as if to listen. The music of the wind rises and falls with the swirls of the snow, the creaking of the sea of branches in the darkness above us."
— from the novel Sinful Folk
October 21, 2013
“Now, as we descend from the hills, we enter a deep dale....
“Now, as we descend from the hills, we enter a deep dale. The surrounding bowl of hills shelter the valley, and the sunlight rarely falls here in the winter months.
Lower down in this vale of shadow, months of snow have fallen and frozen, fallen and frozen. 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.”
— from the novel Sinful Folk
October 20, 2013
"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 (forthcoming) novel SINFUL FOLK
"The pages and the words are my world, spread out before your eyes and for your hand to touch."
- Markus Zusak, The Underdog (via iam-thebookthief)
October 19, 2013
"In the deep places of the earth I will hide myself. That...
"In the deep places of the earth I will hide myself. That ancient holy king, David, he sought such refuge when pursued. 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."
— from the novel Sinful Folk
October 18, 2013
"In evening, their raucous voices sounded in the woods as they...
"In evening, their raucous voices sounded in the woods as they drank every drop to be found in our small town.
It was on one such evening, when the harvest moon hung low in the sky, that Nell’s brew was ready for the season. Her cauldron cold now, the heady scent of barley wine was pungent in the open air.”
— from the novel SINFULFOLK
SOURCE: metalhearted
“Stars steam away as a pale sun rises, hot coal dropped in...
“Stars steam away as a pale sun rises, hot coal dropped in a watery sky. Light seeps across the forest as the reedy shrieks of wood fowl echo in the trees.
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
