Ned Hayes's Blog, page 159
August 10, 2013
"I swim desperately upward as the pounding of falling ice...
"I swim desperately upward as the pounding of falling ice shudders over me. A tiny dot of light above. I thrust my face upward, struggling to breathe. My limbs are encased in frost, it clots tight around me. I beat my bloody fists against soft and suffocating walls until my eyes close dark in dream."
— from the novel Sinful Folk
August 9, 2013
HAPPY BOOK LOVERS DAY from SINFUL...
HAPPY BOOK LOVERS DAY from SINFUL FOLK !!!
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“When we crest the rise, we are surprised to see melted...
“When we crest the rise, we are surprised to see melted snow upon a green hillside, white lace draped across a field, in the failing light.The sight of these spare tufts of verdant green strikes joy into my heart. In my father’s tongue, l’herbe—the words good enough to eat. Ah, and the scent: a whisper of sweet thyme and faint dog roses. The thaw has come here already.
I can also see that the river has carried us out of the burned land. For on the other side of the crest, the White Road waits for us again.”
— from the novel Sinful Folk
August 8, 2013
“Fog lifts in the valley, rising as mist through the bare limbed...
“Fog lifts in the valley, rising as mist through the bare limbed trees. Far below, the deeping combe with our village in the heart of it. My whole world for nearly a decade has been contained in that place – and now the village of Duns is so small. I hold up my hand, form a circle with my fingers. Now the distant village seems a child’s plaything that I can hold in my own hand, wreathed in mist.”
— from the novel Sinful Folk
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"What people are ashamed of usually makes a good story."
- F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Love of the Last Tycoon (via leslieseuffert)
August 7, 2013
"Spring grew into summer, and the rhythm of my life now included...
"Spring grew into summer, and the rhythm of my life now included Nell. I learned that her secret thyme and mint beds were deep in the woods, out by the chuckling stream that disappeared underground.
She gathered plants she needed every day, and she was as a child who gathers flowers in May, setting them in bundles, choosing with caprice, singing to them, naming each plant and leaf with fondness. She danced in the sunlight and the shade. Even watching her a moment, my spirits lifted.”
— from the forthcoming novel Sinful Folk
August 6, 2013
canyousmellchips:
Book Challenge
Day 27 - Favorite plot...
Day 27 - Favorite plot twist/ending: The Shadow of the Wind
“Every book, every volume you see here, has a soul. The soul of the person who wrote it and of those who read it and lived and dreamed with it. Every time a book changes hands, every time someone runs his eyes down its pages, its spirit grows and strengthens.”
"The road ahead carries a veil of wavering air-borne snow that...
"The road ahead carries a veil of wavering air-borne snow that moves like rippling surf above its smooth surface. I squint into the cold air. Those are the towers of Cambridge town."
— from the novel Sinful Folk
