Photo prompt round-up: Appointed #writephoto

Dark wings appointed

Gazing through realities

Separating ghosts

Timestreams mingle on the wind

Disentangled by watchers

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The photo for this week’s prompt was taken on the edge of the moors in Derbyshire, long ago before lockdowns hampered travel. The path from here leads to the Barbrook complex of stone circles and burial fields, one on the very special places in that area that I would dearly love to revisit.

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Thank you to everyone who took part, visited or reblogged the posts or left comments for their authors.

A new prompt will be published later today. I will reblog some of the contributions as they come in…  and you can find all the entries on the original prompt post in case I have missed any…

Please click on the links below to read them and leave a comment for the author!

Please be aware that because of the change in my health and the demands of treatment, I may not reblog as many posts from each challenge as before and cannot promise a full round-up post every week… though I will do my best.

An invitation to writephoto writers…

As there are usually too many contributions to reblog all of them every week, and so that we can get to know their writers, I would like to invite all writephoto writers to come and introduce themselves on the blog as my guest! Click here for details.

Come and join in!

Please click the links below to read and comment on this week’s contributions!

My apologies for any duplicate links as I work out the Mister Linky thing.

Luccia Gray at Re-Reading Jane Eyre

Jemima Pett

N.A. Granger at Sayling Away

Suzette Benjamin at Suzette B’s Blog

Geoff Le Pard at TanGental

Left in the prompt comments by Joelle LeGendre at Two on a Rant

Happysoul  at Live, Love, Laugh, Learn

K. L. Caley at new2writing

Goff James at Art, Photography and Poetry

 

1. Honor�
2. Trent McDonald
3. Mason Bushell
4. theindieshe
5. Di @ pensitivity101
6. Ritu Bhathal
7. willowdot21
8. Jen Goldie
9. Jules
10. Iain Kelly
11. Tessa Dean
12. HS
13. Yinglan
14. Cheryl
15. Kerfe Roig
16. Dr. Crystal Grimes
17. Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
18. Na’ama Yehuda
19. Jude
20. Goutam Dutta
21. Jaye Marie
22. kittysverses
23. Ruth

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Glad Tidings ~ Suzette Benjamin #writephoto

Swaddled by a cloud’s nest

Solitude’s wings lay at rest

Sole appointed omen siren

Summoning a future vision.

Continue reading at  Suzette B’s Blog

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Order #midnighthaiku

Cold contradictions

Mother Nature knows her mind

Confusing seasons

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Appellations ~ Kerfe Roig #writephoto

Will you reply when called?
What is your name? The sky
refuses to say why
you hold the tree.

Continue reading at K- Lines that Aim to Be

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Carrion by Graeme Cumming #bookreview

Having read Ravens Gathering, the previous book from the author, fantasy came as something of a surprise. It was no surprise, however, knowing Graeme Cumming, to see the book open with a masterly depiction of an incident on the water… or to see it close with an unpredictable twist.

The villain is wholly villainous, feeding his desire for power by any and all means. And yet, there is a glimmer of pathos there as you sense that he is the almost inevitable product of his life’s story and his times … and had they been different, he might have walked another path.

In many ways, he is the polar opposite of Salin, the ‘hero’ of the story, who has grown within a loving environment, surrounded by friends. The contrast could barely be any sharper as both seek the whereabouts of the mysterious sister. Whereas Salin sets out on foot with his companions, armed with both an innocence and ignorance through which he must grow, Carrion, the villain of the piece, rides an unidentifiable and terrifying beast that will prove to be central to understanding why he must be stopped.

Yet, Carrion is not exempt from fear… and although he himself is inhumane, it makes a welcome change to see villains painted with human emotions.

Like all good fantasies, there are trolls, dragons and other strange creatures to be met and dealt with along the way. There is the wise counsel of Flint and the lightness of spirit of Nexus… and behind all, the half-hidden Order, the underground organisation that serves to preserve humankind from both Nature… and itself.

You get the distinct feeling that Cumming knows more than he thinks he knows…

On another note, the physical book itself is beautifully and cleanly presented and has a second fabulous cover featuring the ravens.

Cordane, Willow and Vangor had thrown themselves to the ground. As they began to sit up, Cordane looked across at Salin.

“All right, now I’m convinced about the sword!” he shouted.

“It wasn’t the sword!” Salin called back as he ran towards them.

“Well if it wasn’t the sword,” Willow demanded as she climbed to her feet, “what was it?!”

Salin had reached them now and was helping Vangor up, his head twisting and turning. “There!” he yelled.

And suddenly the troll didn’t seem very scary at all.

CARRION

Graeme Cumming

Choose your words carefully. Words have power.

A sheet of black filled his vision as hundreds of birds dived at the cottage, pointed beaks thrust forward. From this angle, he couldn’t see many of them striking it, but the few he did see held nothing back as they hammered into the shutter. The scale of the attack was beyond anything he’d seen or heard of. And bloodied casualties littered the ground: skulls shattered, wings broken, innards spilling from them. The fact that so many of them continued with the onslaught in spite of this filled him with even more dread.

Salin has always wanted an adventure and, when the opportunity presents itself, he grabs it with both hands, taking his friends along for the ride – whether they want to or not.

With strange lands come strange creatures that stand between them and their goal.

And that goal is the same for someone else, a man who believes the prize is worth every sacrifice – especially when the sacrifices are made by others.

The future is about to change. But who for?

Buy Carrion at Amazon.co.uk and Amazon.com

(In the interests of transparency, although I bought an e-copy of the book, I also received a hard copy from the author as a gift… not in return for a review.)


About the Author

Graeme Cumming lives in Robin Hood country.  He has wide and varied tastes when it comes to fiction so he’s conscious that his thrillers can cross into territories including horror, fantasy and science fiction as well as more traditional arenas.

When not writing, Graeme is an enthusiastic sailor (and, by default, swimmer), and enjoys off-road cycling and walking.  He is currently Education Director at Sheffield Speakers Club.  Oh yes, and he reads (a lot) and loves the cinema.


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Also by Graeme Cumming and available via Amazon

Ravens Gathering by [Graeme Cumming] Ravens Gathering

As she let her gaze drift around her, she saw that there were more birds. Perhaps a dozen or so, perched among the trees that stood on the edge of the clearing. And yet more were arriving, swooping down through the gap overhead and landing on branches that overlooked them. The birds weren’t threatening, yet the sight of them all coming together in this dark and isolated spot was unnerving. Tanya reached a hand out towards Martin, and was relieved to feel him take it. She felt him move in behind her. After the uncertainty she’d experienced with him in a similar position only a few moments ago, she recognised the irony of her reaction. His closeness offered security.
“You know what they are, don’t you?”

A stranger’s arrival in a small village coincides with a tragic accident. For the Gates family, in particular, it’s more than a coincidence, but unease increases following a brutal attack. As tensions rise, a dark past returns to haunt them and others, while newcomers to the village are drawn into a mystery with terrifying consequences.

And only a select few know why the ravens are gathering…

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North-easterly: Waylaid by Wyverns

We didn’t have to go back the long way, but we did. My companion, knowing full well that the moors of North Yorkshire would be calling, and responding to squeaks from the driver’s seat as the hills came into view, plotted a course that would take us through the tiniest lanes, through woodlands and high over the tops of the moors. Granted, it took us a while… even though I only stopped once, to begin with at least. But the added hours of driving were worth every moment just to be up there. Even so, there came a point when stiffened limbs needed stretching. We were not going straight home anyway… there was an ancient site we wanted to see and, as always, we were bound to get sidetracked by something. So, combining the need to move with a glimpse of a building topped with wyverns and a Saxon tower, we stopped the car at Hovingham, in Ryedale, and headed for the church of All Saints.

It is fair to say that had we gone to Hovingham on purpose, we would have done the church greater justice, but it was simply a place to take a break before going on to our chosen destination. So, we did not look all around the outside as we would usually do and missed some of the more interesting details.

The church is an old one, dating from about twenty-five years before the Norman Conquest of 1066, and the tower was built at this time, making it Saxon. This church, however, is the ‘new’ church, being built upon the site of a much older one… and that, in turn, re-used stonework from an older one still.

We missed the eighth-century cross inset into the wall and the Saxon west door at the base of the tower. We missed, too, the tenth-century wheel cross set above the door. But there was plenty still that we did manage to see.

At first glance, the interior could be said to be a little disappointing. It is one of those really tidy churches, where later generations have renovated, streamlined and ‘beautified’ the older building in accordance with the tastes of the day and the contents of the local gentry’s pockets.

Consequently, a casual glance through the door might take in the ornate marble font, classy memorials and the plethora of gorgeous stained glass windows and decry the church, scathingly, as “corporate.” A closer look, though, reveals that such a casual assessment would be completely wrong. Mea culpa.

Raise your eyes, look beyond the reordered Gothic nave, and you can see the ancient stonework that has stood almost a thousand years. The later overlay may take the attention, but the old structure holds true.

Continue reading at France & Vincent

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China my China…

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‘In its essentials, Indian alchemy is the same as Western, and Chinese alchemy, although set in a completely different spiritual climate, can throw light on both…’
– Titus Burckhardt

… We took up the collapsed form in our arms and carried it up the stairs kicking back open the door to our flat with a precariously lifted foot.
The sofa bed along the far wall of the living room presented an ideal and welcome put down point and as we laid the form to rest, as it were, those delicate lips again parted and let out a soft moan.
Thinking that it would not be long before our unexpected visitant returned to full consciousness we retired to the kitchen in order to make coffee.
Upon our return to the living room some minutes later we found the girl gone!
Gone?
Nowhere to be found…

Continue reading at France & Vincent

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Vice Versa…

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If a human mind can directly influence the matter within its body,

then a divine mind ought to be capable of imposing

form upon a formless chaos

or even thinking substance and forms into existence.

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Continue reading at France & Vincent

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Appointed ~ Cheryl #writephoto

I am the keeper of your thoughts

Standing ever vigilant for the truth

Accepting of your opinions, however odd

I take them in,

Continue reading at The Bag Lady

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Joining Don and Wen…

I had been living in the area for years. I was aware of the hillfort hidden in the woods, could have pointed out the chalk-carved figures, shown you where the burial mounds were and explained how the Ridgeway had traversed these hilltops for the past five thousand years. Even so, the land had never come to life for me.

I am a Yorkshire lass. The moors of home were alive and calling. I needed millstone grit and bracken, peat-gold streams and a sea of heather before the land would sing to my soul.

Until, that is, my friend came to visit.

It was a day of pure magic and the land, no matter where we found ourselves, would never again be silent. By simply paying attention, it was as if the earth was illuminating itself from within, whispering secrets it had been longing to share for millennia and laying before us so many layers of history, story and myth that we were as excited as children in a sweet shop.

That journey would become the basis for The Initiate and all the ‘Don and Wen’ books that followed…

Joining Don & Wen

Stuart France & Sue Vincent

Don and Wen, two friends living hundreds of miles apart embark, all unwittingly, upon a quest through the ancient and sacred landscape of Albion…

The two share a passion for these prehistoric sites, seeing that their potential has not been erased by time, making them as vital and relevant in today’s society as they always were.

Through Don and Wen’s correspondence, learn how to read the clues hiding within the landscape and in the symbols of faith left by our forefathers in the mediaeval churches, stone circles and ancient monuments.

This is the second book in the series, ‘Finding Don and Wen’, but can stand alone. The book may act as a guide to show the reader how to engage with the land in a meaningful way… and how that engagement opens you wide to life in all its glory.

Available for Kindle and in Paperback

via Amazon UK, Amazon.com and worldwide

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