Ned Hayes's Blog, page 153

“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

 

SOURCE: Ruta del Castañeru (by Pelox Jam)

"She drinks pints of coffee and writes little observations and ideas for stories with her best..."

“She drinks pints of coffee and writes little observations and ideas for stories with her best fountain pen on the linen-white pages of expensive notebooks. Sometimes, when it’s going badly, she wonders if what she believes to be a love of the written word is really just a fetish for stationery.”

- David Nicholls (via amandaonwriting)

Words are magic — check out the illustration!

Words are magic — check out the illustration! 

"The valley where our village of Duns rests is surrounded by...

"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

 

SOURCE:mystic-revelations (by disconnecta)

"In the fresh sunlight, mist is rising in thick waves from every...

"In the fresh sunlight, mist is rising in thick waves from every outcrop and stone and tree. The earth itself seems to be melting into smoke."

— from the forthcoming novel Sinful Folk

"But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will..."

““But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer.”

- J.R.R. Tolkien (Samwise Gamgee in Lord of the Rings)

“The forest was silent as the day waned. Then came...

        “The forest was silent as the day waned. Then came the flap of a bird in a bush. The crack of twigs under stealthy footsteps. Someone watching from the wood. A faint shape and shadow in the wind, a stirring in the leaves. I gazed into the dappled dark, wondering at the watcher.

         I ran. A path seemed to open before me into the wood, some small track to a little town, a forgotten village.

           I sensed the watcher, keeping pace with me in the thickening forest, maneuvering silently through the clasping vines, the slapping branches and heavy windfall logs.”

          — from the novel Sinful Folk

PHOTO FROM Forest by ~kafik

"You may tell a tale that takes up residence in someone’s soul, becomes their blood and self and..."

“You may tell a tale that takes up residence in someone’s soul, becomes their blood and self and purpose. That tale will move them and drive them and who knows that they might do because of it, because of your words.”

- Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus (via bookphile)

"A blast of frigid air sends a flurry gusting madly around, bits...

"A blast of frigid air sends a flurry gusting madly around, bits of ice dance on the wind. Flecks of frost pepper my hair, a plague of ashen insects."
— from the novel Sinful Folk

Back to school… and nearly done with revisions on my novel...

Back to school… and nearly done with revisions on my novel Sinful Folk — coming out this winter!