Hookland 4/4/21 17:19:07

Here come the faeries of the far meadow. Cobweb turbans and lunar-silver daggers. Here come the faeries of the far meadow, drinking dew while soft sun of dawn shares the sky with moon. Avoid their gaze and live to see the night. – Rev. H.R. Fade, 1898

Hookland 4/4/21 17:29:24

@inkandstars1 @CMRosens The depiction of something which is celebratory or exploitative is profoundly different to something which is depicted on grounds of story. Readers with even the most basic levels of comprehension get this. Those who don‰Ûªt are usually blinkered by agenda.

Hookland 4/4/21 17:33:00

@inkandstars1 @CMRosens I always trust that my readers are as smart as me. Unfortunately I can no longer hope that there aren‰Ûªt those who try to gatekeep what they do not like without realising that depictions of the unpleasant are often the best fuel for the engines of change that will end them.

Hookland 4/4/21 18:37:50

Some rouse the dead with rough music. Pots made drum, kettles beaten with wooden spoons. The pipes of Pan‰Ûªs reduced to beer bottle blowing. Shouting chorus that damages throats till only ale will heal. Others wake the dead with wren call and secret words of their gods. – #CLNolan

Hookland 4/4/21 20:35:01

The children began to report seeing a strange figure who had ‰Û÷a glow like the Ready Brek kid but blue‰Ûª. They said he wheazed radio static and spoke only in numbers. Hookland police officers nicknamed him ‰Û÷the Number Station Man‰Ûª. – ‰Û÷A Field Guide to Hookland‰Ûªs Aliens‰Ûª, Sean York