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“The sound of a distant ocean covers me with surf, that tide...

“The sound of a distant ocean covers me with surf, that tide that bears me back into the past, back to the place where I was born. People come through the whiteness, through the bright light, but all of them are ghosts.”

— from the novel SINFUL FOLK

PHOTO: I Am A Pebble - A Softer Version Of A Stone by Aloysius Raj 

BOOK QUOTE:“On most nights under the winter moon when we have...

BOOK QUOTE:

“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. 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

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“On most nights under the winter moon when we have made our...

“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. 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

"Her temper was uncertain — and she was not easy, and she was not quiet, or beautiful, except in some..."

“Her temper was uncertain — and she was not easy, and she was not quiet, or beautiful, except in some dresses in some lights. But the great gift she had was that she understood what was said to her; there had never been any one like her for talking to. You could say anything — you could say everything, and yet she was never servile.”

- Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out  (via rabbitinthemoon)

“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

PHOTO: Looking down into Ballachulish by Up the Glyders.

"I liked myths. They weren’t adult stories and they weren’t children’s stories. They were better than..."

“I liked myths. They weren’t adult stories and they weren’t children’s stories. They were better than that. They just were.”

- Neil Gaiman, “The Ocean at The End of The Lane” (via justerino)

“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 lavender 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.”

— from the novel SINFUL FOLK

I’m pretty happy with the company that SINFUL FOLK has...

I’m pretty happy with the company that SINFUL FOLK has today on the Historical Mystery bestseller lists on Amazon today. 

THANK YOU to all my readers for your support and encouragement! 

"As an author, I get paid to break my own heart on a regular basis."

“As an author, I get paid to break my own heart on a regular basis.”

- Jamie Ford (via aimforfairytales)