Hooklandさんのイラストまとめ

There is not always a Stay Below under the surface, but there is always something - a spirit if you will - that whispers to us. It often whispers to me of its desire to feast on the flesh of something other than ducks. - Katherine Gidding, Hookland artist, 1938

We followed The Hum across the county, taking its line, receiving its transmissions. We walked the electric ley of the land till skin transformed from blister to callus, till our clothes became rags. The Hum was everything. - Tattoo Labyrinth Dave, Pylon Person

@AmigaBeanbag Not about getting anyone ever. I assume everyone is smarter than me as all authors should. However ...

For the more they told me the wood was a place of decadence, the more I liked it. - Jennifer Totterford-West. 1923

Those rocks not of the land, but not yet swallowed by the sea are places of power. The sea hags, the wind witches who walk the shore, they visit them to work their most powerful magic. - Old Cunning Mundle

There are no Hookland Christmas cards for me to send or you to buy this year (next year may be different), but that doesn't mean I don't wish you all a merry Christmas - when the pagan past laughs loudly while wearing its Christian clothes.

There are powers that feed on the blood of battle. Shadows that delight in every war. Grow smiles in fields of death. If one wishes to oppose evil, one must always be against them. - #CLNolan taking on the Urabi Revolution, 1882

The edge of the woods at twilight, or as some Hooklanders call it, ‘the hour of blue teeth’. Some things come to roost, some things, sometimes the worst of things, wake.

A depiction of a wood-sprite in his winter attire. #FolkloreThursday

The drive at Old Sholto Hall, where the ghostly replay of a carriage accident can often be heard, but never seen.