things are remembered differently
‘I can no more say where #landscape ends and I begin than I can throw a stone that hits the moon.’ – C.L. Nolan
'I can no more say where #landscape ends and I begin than I can throw a stone that hits the moon.' – C.L. Nolan
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) April 3, 2016
@dedbutdrmng I will pray for you.
@dedbutdrmng I will pray for you.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 2, 2016
Finally getting around to transcribing some of C.L. Nolan’s classic stories. First up, ‘The Parade of Hoods’. https://t.co/GpEC0DdvCJ
Finally getting around to transcribing some of C.L. Nolan's classic stories. First up, 'The Parade of Hoods'. pic.twitter.com/GpEC0DdvCJ
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 2, 2016
If you want to know what C.L. Nolan’s ‘Parade of Hoods is about, this should give you some idea. https://t.co/jKiiNSX4lS
If you want to know what C.L. Nolan's 'Parade of Hoods is about, this should give you some idea. pic.twitter.com/jKiiNSX4lS
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 2, 2016
@EliBrite Prayers for Elder Dragon. Curses for Mr. Trump.
@EliBrite Prayers for Elder Dragon. Curses for Mr. Trump.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 2, 2016
‘His hearing was going. First the pitch of the wren had been lost to him, then buntings, barn swallows. – C.L. Nolan #LossLit
'His hearing was going. First the pitch of the wren had been lost to him, then buntings, barn swallows. – C.L. Nolan #LossLit
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 2, 2016
@LittleOnion @cultauthor No, it is not an Aetherian psychic prayer battery, whatever @_psonice says on the matter.
@LittleOnion @cultauthor No, it is not an Aetherian psychic prayer battery, whatever @_psonice says on the matter.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 2, 2016
Pitches eroding. One by one, the instruments of natureÛªs orchestra falling silent. – C.L. Nolan #LossLit
Pitches eroding. One by one, the instruments of nature’s orchestra falling silent. – C.L. Nolan #LossLit
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 2, 2016
‘There was nothing left other than tomb winters and grief weather that pulled tears from the eyes.’ – C.L. Nolan #LossLit
'There was nothing left other than tomb winters and grief weather that pulled tears from the eyes.' – C.L. Nolan #LossLit
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 2, 2016
@xeroscape My Nolan is a neglected gem of the English Edwardian horror genre.
@xeroscape My Nolan is a neglected gem of the English Edwardian horror genre.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 2, 2016