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@maximpetergriff The second best Hookland folklore books were written by vicar and some of an old CofE ghost-layer.
The second best Hookland folklore books were written by vicar and some of an old CofE ghost-layer.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) October 1, 2016
Libraries made me, libraries saved me. I will be going to this, I hope some of you will be as well. #publiclibraries https://t.co/ChyYqloAJE
Libraries made me, libraries saved me. I will be going to this, I hope some of you will be as well. #publiclibraries pic.twitter.com/ChyYqloAJE
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) August 31, 2016
@HelenSlavinBook Temporal shades and temporal echoes are currency in Hookland.
Temporal shades and temporal echoes are currency in Hookland.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) August 31, 2016
The fear of flood, the fear of being washed away has left its mark on the psychic skin of the Islands in the Marsh. https://t.co/VbfnwKMovH
The fear of flood, the fear of being washed away has left its mark on the psychic skin of the Islands in the Marsh. pic.twitter.com/VbfnwKMovH
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) August 31, 2016
@xeroscape It is all erosion and shadow.
It is all erosion and shadow.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) August 31, 2016
@TheDoorTHEDOOR You will see that one of them, The Old Giant, even makes it onto the map. https://t.co/wvLDNlYXWQ
You will see that one of them, The Old Giant, even makes it onto the map. pic.twitter.com/wvLDNlYXWQ
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) August 31, 2016
@xeroscape Erosion by weather, erosion by pollution.
Erosion by weather, erosion by pollution.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) August 31, 2016
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— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) August 31, 2016
Some words from the #Hookland dictionary. My favourite is ‘Both-eared’, https://t.co/tOU0VIZTcB
Some words from the #Hookland dictionary. My favourite is 'Both-eared', pic.twitter.com/tOU0VIZTcB
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) August 31, 2016
When autumn light loses its weak grip on day, the whirling shriek of crows fills the wood, pushing an odd fear into me. – #CLNolan
When autumn light loses its weak grip on day, the whirling shriek of crows fills the wood, pushing an odd fear into me. – #CLNolan
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) August 31, 2016