Posted 14 hours ago

aboutbooksanddreams:

Halloween reads! #coraline #neilgaiman #books #halloween

Posted 17 hours ago
"Cold tears as salty as ocean spray wet my face. I remember the day before she died, my mother took me out in our little fishing boat, out on the open water of the sea—the thrum and hiss of surf upon the shore behind us, the rhythm never ceasing. And she taught me something: strange and secret words in a foreign tongue, a lilting singsong cadence to it."
 — from the novel Sinful Folk

"Cold tears as salty as ocean spray wet my face. I remember the day before she died, my mother took me out in our little fishing boat, out on the open water of the sea—the thrum and hiss of surf upon the shore behind us, the rhythm never ceasing. And she taught me something: strange and secret words in a foreign tongue, a lilting singsong cadence to it."

— from the novel Sinful Folk

Posted 1 day ago
Posted 2 days ago
Posted 2 days ago
BOOK QUOTE:
"The day before she died, my mother did something inexplicable. She took me out in our little fishing boat, out on the open water of the sea. The thrum and hiss of surf upon the shore behind us, the breaking rhythm never ceasing. My mother waited until we were out of sight of land. She squinted against the bright sunlight, making sure of our isolation." 
— from the novel SINFUL FOLK

BOOK QUOTE:

"The day before she died, my mother did something inexplicable. She took me out in our little fishing boat, out on the open water of the sea. The thrum and hiss of surf upon the shore behind us, the breaking rhythm never ceasing. My mother waited until we were out of sight of land. She squinted against the bright sunlight, making sure of our isolation."

from the novel SINFUL FOLK

(Source: semiohtomatic)

Posted 3 days ago
Autumnal reading!
Reading in the leaves…
 
Posted 3 days ago
I avoided writers very carefully because they can perpetuate trouble as no one else can
F. Scott Fitzgerald, On Booze (p. 16)
Posted 4 days ago
Posted 5 days ago
"Dawn is a breath of frigid air as someone pulls aside the sackcloth. I open my eyes from a dream of Nell. I know who killed you, I tell her. But it is only a dream, the face I seem to recognize evaporates as I wake. Night is fading from the sky, and a last faint star etches a bright line. It falls off the edge of the ethered darkness, a light winking out." 
— from the novel SINFUL FOLK

"Dawn is a breath of frigid air as someone pulls aside the sackcloth. I open my eyes from a dream of Nell. I know who killed you, I tell her. But it is only a dream, the face I seem to recognize evaporates as I wake. Night is fading from the sky, and a last faint star etches a bright line. It falls off the edge of the ethered darkness, a light winking out."

— from the novel SINFUL FOLK

Posted 6 days ago
Posted 1 week ago

books

teachingliteracy:

By Mujgan Afra Ozceylan. =)

Posted 1 week ago

BOOK QUOTE:

“We gather wood and help Tom build his fire. As I pick up spare twigs and dried bracken, I wonder how far our sounds penetrate into the black forest, and how far our shouts echo along the White Road. Night birds warble, and small creatures rustle in the snow. The darkness around us presses down, as if to listen. The music of the wind rises and falls with the swirls of the snow, the creaking of the sea of branches in the darkness above us.”

— from the novel SINFUL FOLK

PHOTO: 

fenix by KR-2Y-51-3K

(Source: skyvvard)

Posted 1 week ago
"People come to me on waves of memory, but all of them are ghosts. The sound of a distant ocean covers me with surf, that tide that bears me back eternally into the past, back to the place where I was born. My mother took me out in our little fishing boat, out on the open water of the sea. The thrum and hiss of surf upon the shore behind us, the breaking rhythm never ceasing. My mother waited until we were out of sight of land. She waited to tell me the secret." 

— from the novel Sinful Folk

"People come to me on waves of memory, but all of them are ghosts. The sound of a distant ocean covers me with surf, that tide that bears me back eternally into the past, back to the place where I was born. My mother took me out in our little fishing boat, out on the open water of the sea. The thrum and hiss of surf upon the shore behind us, the breaking rhythm never ceasing. My mother waited until we were out of sight of land. She waited to tell me the secret."

— from the novel Sinful Folk

(Source: fallen----dreamer)

Posted 1 week ago

“Fog lifts in the valley, rising as mist through the bare-limbed trees. Far below lies the deeping combe with our village in the heart of it. My whole world for nearly a decade has been contained in that place—and now the village of Duns looks so small. This is the very place at which I first saw the village ten years ago. The line of trees here on the ridge is unchanged, as if I came here only yesterday. I waited in the quiet vale of Duns far too long.”

— from the novel SINFUL FOLK

(Source: livelifeeblog)

Posted 1 week ago

“The day wanes until the sun is caught once more in the net of the darkening sky. I struggle ahead of the cart now, into the tracks. I pretend the wind covers his words, that I cannot hear him. Ice cuts through the canvas rags on my feet, but still my curiosity compels me. I pretend to stumble, and I fall to the ground so my face is close to the trail. I will find the truth.”

from the novel Sinful Folk

PHOTO: fxancy



Subscribe to our newsletter to learn more about Sinful Folk

You are also invited to join the community of readers
who have connected with us on GoodReads, BookLikes, Facebook, TwitterTumblr and 
Pinterest

Goodreads Book Likes Sinful Folk on Facebook Ned Hayes on Twitter Ned Hayes Writing on Google Plus YouTube for Sinful Folk Pinterest for Sinful Folk



Reaching Me: Ned Hayes · Seattle, WA · 206.321.7981 · ned AT nednotes.com