Tag Archives: mystery

Lair of the Black Shade…

rs-016*

…A flutter of recognition flicked across his gaze.

“What is it?” Asked Wen, her icy tone slicing through the summer haze like a frosty stare.

“There’s an old lay, I can’t quite remember how it goes…”

“Try!”

*

rs-018*

“I don’t know, something about a green valley between two hills…”

*

rs-006*

“And a sentinel of stone which has to be appeased…”

*

rs-003*

“Before entry into the living rock is granted…”

*

rs-004*

“The last bit goes on about the embrace of a One-Eyed God, or something…”

*

rs-007*

“By Odin, I know that place!” shrieked Wen, leaping to her feet.

Moments later the Beast was again roaring along the lane.

Anyone would think she was glad to be back on the road…

*

Dear Wen: Wednesbury…

France & Vincent

Dear Wen

I suppose ultimately ‘Odin’s Steed’ is the eight-spoked wheel of the year, which he rides like the wind and which could almost be yet another parallel with the ‘Christ-Spirit’ that blows where it listeth…

Repton and Breedon would be good at some point but I also have a yearning to spend some time in Bakewell this weekend and not just for the tarts…

There is a hill-fort to the left of the bend as you approach the bridge into the village and I would quite like to have a shufty at the crossroads, which may have once sported our Saxon Cross from the frontispiece of Aethling…

I know it now makes a lot of sense for the crosses to be in the churchyard, for all sorts of reasons, but can you imagine what it would be like coming across one in original situ…?

It is possible that the…

View original post 164 more words

All about the Pear Tree…

France & Vincent

ilkwknd-193*

…One of the things they taught me at High Furrow was that love has gone out of fashion.

‘Love, is passé,’ they said.

In fact, so outmoded a concept was love that the people there could not even bring themselves to say the word.

In order to put love in its place they changed its spelling and pronunciation.

They called it ‘lurve’.

Now this is a terrible thing.

The day love dies is the day the world ends.

*

But I am the last person to speak for love.

To see me struggling about the gaff would be to assume I had slung the woes of the world across my shoulders and that nothing could possibly shift them, ever.

Most of the time now all I can see before me is a grisly end, while the past…

The past looks like a bombed shack.

It is just a mess…

View original post 398 more words

Way Old Time…

HM15 1295*

‘Of circular possibilities’…

*HM15 1339*

‘Eyeing the Chasm’…

*HM15 1363*

‘Extending a welcome’…

*

HM15 1367*

‘An Other Time’…

*HM15 1369*

‘Presence is everything’…

*HM15 1383*

‘Two O’Clock Shadow’…

*HM15 1403*

‘There was an Old Woman’…

*

HM15 1404*

‘Who looked out’…

*

HM15 1405*

‘Through a Shoe’…

Dear Don: Saxon Sisters…

France & Vincent

nicks 012Dear Don,

It’s been a bit hectic round here this week, what with one thing and another, but I did manage to dig up our Saxon sisters… not literally, you understand… though I’m working on that….

I did find a superb church dedicated to one of them, though at Castor. No Pollux… Definitely one of ‘ours’… you should see the medieval wall paintings of St Catherine! Not to mention the green men and the carvings on the capitals… It is a bit off our patch for now, being Peterborough way… but I think there may end up being a visit at some point…

nicks 016Speaking of wall paintings, I felt the need of a little peace after the busyness this week and called at ORC. Thought I could test the new camera while I was there. Battery died after just a few shots though. I was really surprised… you’d expect the…

View original post 429 more words

Dear Don: Wednesbury…

France & Vincent

Dear Don,

Still cross-eyed from the editing bBakewell Imbolc 001 (95)ut Doomsday should be ready for off by August as we planned. I can’t believe how much stuff there is in there… or how much more we have already for Dark Sage! All sorts of stuff keeps cropping up, now. Did you know that Malham Cove, according to one legend, was made by one of Sleipnir’s hooves? There’s even a suggestion that Santa’s reindeer might have a basis in the eight legged horse of Odin.

Such a rich vein of mythology to look at… I feel as if my education has been sadly lacking, you know! Why do we not get taught this stuff in school? I remember you telling me that it was the search for the mythology of Albion that had carried you into the research that led to Crucible of the Sun.

Bakewell Imbolc 001 (59)Funny, really, I suppose we…

View original post 497 more words

Contexts: scribes…

The Silent Eye

Image result for sumerian cylinder seals - beer and planets

*

With the advent of cuneiform, the Oral Tradition continued to develop alongside ‘written literature’, but the primary purpose of recording stories in writing was not necessarily to supply individual readers with a coherent or connected account of ‘historical’ events.

Ancient stories were used for a multitude of purposes, often in extracts attached to ritual, to give authenticity, or to provide an aetiology, i.e. a reason for the way things are as they are, to lend weight to ancient traditions, or customs, or to an incantation.

Many of the ancient scribes were Incantation Priests.

*

“When in doubt,” smiles Wen, producing a battered copy of Longmans from the murky depths of her shoulder bag, and, rather too conspicuously, for my liking, clearing her throat…

Sure enough, this unwarranted live event has now started to draw the attention of some idle strays who sidle over and form a crescent around Wen…

View original post 207 more words

November? How did that happen? Plus #BookReview Mister Fox by @SCVincent #GraphicNovel

Barb Taub

Remember, remember the fifth of November…—Guy Fawkes chant

On Monday my neighbors in our little village gathered on the beach to celebrate Guy Fawkes day and Bonfire Night. For my American readers, this is basically like the Fourth of July, except it’s usually really cold. And we have a big fire. And instead of watermelon and beer, we have hot soup and whisky. And instead of celebrating our independence from the King of England, we celebrate um… not blowing up the King of England. And we burn a Catholic (well, in effigy, anyway, although I think this year’s Guy was orange, with a yellow wig and teeny hands…)

So actually, it’s absolutely nothing like the Fourth of July in America. But there ARE fireworks, and little kids DO run around with sparklers, and people clap and “Ooooh!” at their favorite rockets, and it IS a hella lot of fun!

BUT…that…

View original post 1,840 more words