Ned Hayes's Blog, page 146
October 17, 2013
"The world has turned its face against me. Frozen rain hisses...
"The world has turned its face against me. Frozen rain hisses into the failing fire. The night is full of sleet and snow, it swirls into our eyes as the last light flares and goes dark."
— from the novel Sinful Folk
October 16, 2013
"I remember Nell wandering in the deep woods with me, telling me...
"I remember Nell wandering in the deep woods with me, telling me the names of each bird that called. Fieldfares, pipits, larks and chaffinches. I can still hear a chaffinch’s little falling song, echoing down these many months. There is no chaffinch here, no birds at all. A solitary tree stretches its branched and crooked fingers over these recent ruins."
— from the novel Sinful Folk
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"Read. Read anything. Read the things they say are good for you, and the things they claim are junk...."
- Neil Gaiman (via 2k14class)
October 15, 2013
Did you like The Hangman's Daughter?
Sinful Folk
by Ned Hayes
Giveaway ends November 10, 2013.
See the giveaway details at Goodreads.
"There was a scent in the air, she was close, lavender and mint....
"There was a scent in the air, she was close, lavender and mint. Someone who kept her own secrets.
I lifted Christian from his sleeping place and crept deeper into the woods, until I found a darker, hidden place. An old cedar, pungent branches circled like a fallen nest. I needed to nurse Christian. My secret was still encrypted, months after my arrival in the village.
From my hidden spot, I finally caught sight of her: a slight and careful figure, tiptoeing around the fairy rings and fallen logs, plucking carefully the purple loosestrife, the wild rose and thyme. She was the only other soul I’d ever seen so far afield, for this was where wolves and wild boar were seen. So only those of us with great need traveled here. In fact, I had thought that only I came so far, so deep.
— from the novel Sinful Folk
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October 14, 2013
"One by one, each of us steps away from the brightness of the...
"One by one, each of us steps away from the brightness of the flames and looks up at the hillside where the faint track winds back and forth.
“Look,” says Tom. “The moon’s got a fairie circle ’round it.”
All of us turn our eyes higher, to see the three-quarter moon floating in a fog-flecked winter sky—glimmering around that uneven globe, an ethereal silver circle.”
— from the novel Sinful Folk
"Writing gives me great feelings of pleasure. There’s a marvelous sense of mastery that comes with..."
- Ray Bradbury (via hollybelletrist)
October 13, 2013
Book Endorsement: Bestselling Author Kathryn Le Veque
Great endorsement of new novel Sinful Folk by bestselling historical romance author Kathryn Le Veque (@KathrynLeVeque):
"I love this novel! Beautifully written and the storyline is extremely original."
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“Once, months after my arrival, I was hidden in an alder...
“Once, months after my arrival, I was hidden in an alder copse when I sensed her again, that watcher in the woods. I could hear the muted whisper of her footsteps sliding softly on rotten leaves and old mulch, smell the scent of lavender and mint. I wondered if she was holding a bow on me, an arrow nocked and ready.
I lifted Christian from his sleeping place and crept deeper into the woods until I found a darker, more hidden place—an old cedar, its pungent branches circled like a fallen nest. I needed to nurse my son.
From that spot, I finally caught sight of her: a slight and careful figure, tiptoeing around the fairie rings and fallen logs, plucking carefully the purple loosestrife, the wild rose and thyme. She was the only other soul I’d ever seen so far afield, for this was where wolves and wild boar roamed. Only those of us with great need traveled here; in fact, I had thought that only I came so far, so deep. She was a woman my age, but small as a stripling lass, her hair thin and bright as flyaway straw. I watched her for a long hour and thought I had escaped unobserved.
As the early spring day flattened into dusk, I made my way back, a load of heavy wood upon my back, Christian sleeping in my arms. A little wind rushed through the elms, a chiffchaff called, the scent of rain was on the air.”
— from the novel SINFUL FOLK
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October 12, 2013
“Once, months after my arrival, I was hidden in an alder...
“Once, months after my arrival, I was hidden in an alder copse when I sensed her again, that watcher in the woods. I could hear the muted whisper of her footsteps sliding softly on rotten leaves and old mulch, smell the scent of lavender and mint. I wondered if she was holding a bow on me, an arrow nocked and ready.
I lifted Christian from his sleeping place and crept deeper into the woods until I found a darker, more hidden place—an old cedar, its pungent branches circled like a fallen nest. I needed to nurse my son.
From that spot, I finally caught sight of her: a slight and careful figure, tiptoeing around the fairie rings and fallen logs, plucking carefully the purple loosestrife, the wild rose and thyme. She was the only other soul I’d ever seen so far afield, for this was where wolves and wild boar roamed. Only those of us with great need traveled here; in fact, I had thought that only I came so far, so deep. She was a woman my age, but small as a stripling lass, her hair thin and bright as flyaway straw. I watched her for a long hour and thought I had escaped unobserved.
As the early spring day flattened into dusk, I made my way back, a load of heavy wood upon my back, Christian sleeping in my arms. A little wind rushed through the elms, a chiffchaff called, the scent of rain was on the air.”
— from the novel SINFUL FOLK
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