Caewen was quick about setting camp. The boy helped collect firewood, draw water from the stream, and then watched the fire once it was lit. He stared into the changeful leap and dance of flames, gazed upwards as embers rose and spun. As Caewen settled into cooking something to eat, the boy felt something unfamiliar….
Author: Hob Goodfellowe
New cover for Old Dark Things
I put this together in about three hours. I’m fairly happy with the result, and may use it. It’s maybe not quite done yet, but getting there. Certainly better than the current cover for Old Dark Things, which is sort of terrible.
Faces in the Rocks
I thought some of you might enjoy this BBC Reel clip on looking for trolls in Iceland: https://www.bbc.com/reel/video/p035nnyc/we-went-hunting-for-trolls-and-found-a-deeper-truth And, here, I’ve sketched some of the faces I spotted in the rocks at the end.
A Charm for the Nameless Child #11
They climbed down, then hid behind a gnarled scrub of old blackthorns. Dapplegrim got down on his haunches, as low as he could. He looked rather comically like a very big dog trying to hide against the ground. He shuffled forward a bit, and was just able to crawl beneath the clustered shadow of the…
A Charm for the Nameless Child #10
Dapplegrim’s ears twitched back. “How could it be worse?” She pushed herself up on one elbow. “It’s empty. There is no one guarding the throne in the mountains. The court is silent. The only noises are the creak of the chain and dead tree. And the whole of the dark valley where I last saw…
A Charm for the Nameless Child #9
The boy woke with a start. Oily, delicious smelling smoke was tickling around his nose and throat. He blinked blearily. With the blanket wrapped about his thin shoulders, he poked his head outside. The sky above was casting bold blue-grey light into the woods. “What?” he said, confused, not fully remembering where he was at…
A Charm for the Nameless Child #8
There was a misty gloom outside the tent, though the boy had no idea if the hour were dawn, or dusk, or somewhere in between. He heard the lady and her horse talking. They seemed distant, as if they had moved away from the turf house where we was curled up under blankets, breathing the…
Planing and forward movement
Just a quick post today. I’m going to do my best to start updating more regularly. This is as much for me as it is for anyone else. I’m starting to plan out my ideas about moving forward. Continue editing and posting A Charm for the Nameless Child. This is my immediate project. I’m in…
Life is Change
And changeful. And changing. Anyone who has been reading my work for the last few years will likely know that I’ve been close to burn out for quite some time. I was working as an academic and the enormous weight of workload and expectations was getting to be too much. I found it hard not…
A Charm for the Nameless Child #7
The next morning, he woke with a numbness in his limbs. He felt cold, despite the morning sun and radiance from hot ashes, and there was a sharp pain in his chest. He discovered a hard, rattling wheeze in his lungs when he spoke. “I don’t feel so well.” The young woman, Caewen, crouched over…