Ned Hayes's Blog, page 151
September 23, 2013
“On most nights under the winter moon when we have made...
“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. Our horses survive on wisps of straw we pull from the cart.
The oats were used up on the first day. We cooked it long, we ate it rough, and now we have nothing. It is as if some great razor scraped the life from this sheet of white-edged vellum, leaving only blank.”
— from the novel Sinful Folk
HAPPY HOBBIT WEEK FROM SINFUL FOLK
One more in a week of Hobbit...
HAPPY HOBBIT WEEK FROM SINFUL FOLK
One more in a week of Hobbit celebrations….
From simpleflaw: “Gandalf the Grey.”
September 22, 2013
HAPPY HOBBIT WEEK FROM SINFUL FOLK
Happy Hobbit Day to...
HAPPY HOBBIT WEEK FROM SINFUL FOLK
Happy Hobbit Day to everyone!
(here’s where you can find out more about Bilbo and Frodo’s birthdays!)
September 21, 2013
HAPPY HOBBIT WEEK FROM SINFUL FOLK
On this day, (September 21,...
HAPPY HOBBIT WEEK FROM SINFUL FOLK
On this day, (September 21, 1937), The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien was first published!!!
“There is nothing like looking, if you want to find something. You certainly usually find something, if you look, but it is not always quite the something you were after.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit
"Cold tears as salty as ocean spray wet my face. I remember my...
"Cold tears as salty as ocean spray wet my face. I remember my mother’s death.
The day before she died, my mother did something I still don’t understand. She 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 rhythm never ceasing.
My mother waited until we were out of sight of land. She squinted against the bright sunlight, making sure we were alone. And then she taught me something: strange words in a foreign tongue, a lilting singsong cadence to it….. secret words I was never to share.
Afterwards, my mother rowed us back, the waves lifting and catching us as I whispered the words in cadence. The boat slipped through the last breakers and came toward the beach, and my mother leaned close to me, kissed me on the forehead.
“Never forget who you truly are, but never tell a living soul.” “
— from the novel Sinful Folk
September 20, 2013
"I am simply a ‘book drunkard.’ Books have the same irresistible temptation for me that liquor has..."
- L.M. Montgomery (via thegirlandherbooks)
"Above me a round window: a circle of light that stabs through...
"Above 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
