Month: January 2020

@JonBlackwood Thank you Jon.

Thank you Jon.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 31, 2020

@Para_Mystery As we say in the county: proper.

As we say in the county: proper.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 31, 2020

There is a moon that calls to the corn and there is a moon that calls to the cutthroat. One should know which shines before one walks the lanes at night. ‰ÛÒ Trad Hookland aphorism

There is a moon that calls to the corn and there is a moon that calls to the cutthroat. One should know which shines before one walks the lanes at night. – Trad Hookland aphorism

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 31, 2020

There were days as a Child of The Hum I walked from dawn to dusk and could tell you nothing of my footsteps, only of the songs of the lines above. Now I remember the blisters more than the electric ley of the land. I feel as if I am cheating myself in memory. – Trippy Pete, 1980 https://t.co/UMwYEo4YBk

There were days as a Child of The Hum I walked from dawn to dusk and could tell you nothing of my footsteps, only of the songs of the lines above. Now I remember the blisters more than the electric ley of the land. I feel as if I am cheating myself in memory. – Trippy Pete, 1980 pic.twitter.com/UMwYEo4YBk

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 31, 2020

@Richard_Kadrey @Major_Pickle The records talk of the wolf-tree ‰ÛÒ the wild gallows ‰ÛÒ and the bodies hanged from it. Now us poachers, us of the company of countrymen, have our word for that tree and know it for what it truly is, the dark heart of the woods.

The records talk of the wolf-tree – the wild gallows – and the bodies hanged from it. Now us poachers, us of the company of countrymen, have our word for that tree and know it for what it truly is, the dark heart of the woods.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 31, 2020

@rowena42 @Richard_Kadrey @Major_Pickle Thank you. Grand photos deserve words that try to match them.

Thank you. Grand photos deserve words that try to match them.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 31, 2020

@Major_Pickle @endless_bkshelf @Richard_Kadrey I am rather fond of wolf-trees. They always have a warping gravity, a delicious sense of menace.

I am rather fond of wolf-trees. They always have a warping gravity, a delicious sense of menace.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 31, 2020

For the witch wears either the eel-garters or the foxskin gloves according to which way she takes at the crossroads. – Dr. Bron, 1645 #WitchWednesday

For the witch wears either the eel-garters or the foxskin gloves according to which way she takes at the crossroads. – Dr. Bron, 1645 #WitchWednesday

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) April 1, 2020

@Sarah1Singleton https://t.co/o8viypOnhB

https://t.co/o8viypOnhB

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) April 1, 2020

@Sarah1Singleton The urine sigilised bridges from one world to the next.

The urine sigilised bridges from one world to the next.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) April 1, 2020