Ned Hayes's Blog, page 164

"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 gossamer mist."  

— from the novel Sinful Folk

A picture from  (“wildlinging) that fits the forthcoming novel Sinful Folk.

Wintry, cold, foggy, covered in mist…

"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, but at least I am out of the wind. Dark bays line the hall in front of me, a vast rabbit warren, each hold filled to the brim with the scent of the past."

— from the novel Sinful Folk

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"Literature is the question minus the answer."

“Literature is the question minus the answer.”

- Roland Barthes (via the-idlerwheel)

“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

"Reader, I hope you have found some light here."

“Reader, I hope you have found some light here.”

- Kate DiCamillo, from The Tale of Desperaux (via the-final-sentence)

bookscoffeeandtea:untitled by teva. on Flickr.

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untitled by teva. on Flickr.

“Every night, I slip into the empty winter land of memory.” from...

“Every night, I slip into the empty winter land of memory.” from the novel Sinful Folk

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Books!

"Practice is important because you learn to write by writing. No one ever learned to write in any..."

“Practice is important because you learn to write by writing. No one ever learned to write in any other way.”

- English Composition and Grammar, John Warriner (via nickmiller)

"One of the new things people began to find out in the last century was that thoughts—just mere..."

“One of the new things people began to find out in the last century was that thoughts—just mere thoughts—are as powerful as electric batteries—as good for one as sunlight is, or as bad for one as poison. To let a sad thought or a bad one get into your mind is as dangerous as letting a scarlet fever germ get into your body. If you let it stay there after it has got in you may never get over it as long as you live.”

- The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett (via amillionlittlequotes)