Hookland 7/3/20 0:10:00

The land sends messages to be told by beak and claw. We refuse to listen because we are too lazy to learn a tongue other than English. We refuse to listen as we do not like what the land has to say. – #CLNolan https://t.co/UMe9Xdr0fV

Hookland 7/3/20 1:33:37

We walked the Humlines in the white of a blackthorn spring. Walked them during corn-gold summer, autumn riot. We walked when winter grew teeth of ice. – from The Telling of Towers, Pylon People oral history c. 1974 https://t.co/qKgbv5yZqI

Hookland 7/3/20 4:27:49

Some paths through the wood start wide and dry and turn to mud and tangle. Some paths through the wood start straight and true, but wind their way to Faeryland. Wisdom is knowing which way is which. – #CLNolan https://t.co/0h4H6MDXCe

Hookland 7/3/20 6:23:26

Do you know, do you know who makes the path for Marley? Do you know, do you know who burns the path for Marley? Do you know, do you know who screams on the path for Marley? – Trad. Hookland verse of obscure origin, but believed to have ghost-calling power

Hookland 7/3/20 7:33:02

Aside from the black dogs that tramp the county, there are tales of Barrow Brindles and the Thornback – a dog with protruding spikes of bone along its spine, a penchant for grave-flesh and a stone of prophecy lodged in its skull. – George Kindred, ‰Û÷The Barks of the Beasts‰Ûª, 1956

Hookland 7/3/20 8:30:22

In Spitstone, swans are said to be the returned souls of the drowned dead. According to witches of the county, they are the messengers between them and their previously perished sisters. One thing every Hooklander knows, you don’t mess with a swan. No good will come of it. https://t.co/cDTzIYsD1H