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Field of Sheaves: Rowan…

Posted on October 13, 2020 by Sue Vincent

* …When Wen insists… I leave Wen to her circumambulations and try to focus on what little good is to be seen about the place… which amounts to Rowan Trees…a whole raft of them. They never fail to lift my … Continue reading →

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Field of Sheaves: Directions…

Posted on October 12, 2020 by Sue Vincent

* …But first the directions… Wen decided to ignore them completely and find the stone by way of Mr Pre-Science-Man which proved to be spectacularly successful only, of course, she did not tell me that this was her plan and … Continue reading →

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Field of Sheaves: Finding…

Posted on October 11, 2020 by Sue Vincent

* …But first to the finding, which was not easy and which though I am utterly loathe to admit it, was down to Wen. I should have known then. Turning up on my patch and finding things! Still I suppose … Continue reading →

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Field of Sheaves…

Posted on October 10, 2020 by Sue Vincent

* …I have a bad feeling about this place. But Wen insists, and when Wen insists… not even graphic descriptions of the steepness of the hill itself could deflect her… so here we are… half way up the climb… resting … Continue reading →

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Swords redrawn… #bookextract #fantasy

Posted on October 7, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Some years ago, I published a fantasy novel, set in the magical landscape of Yorkshire. It was initially written to preserve some of the stories and folklore I had learned as a child, wandering the moors with my grandfather. From … Continue reading →

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The Shreiking Womb: Binding

Posted on October 5, 2020 by Sue Vincent

* …Deirdru didn’t pine long for soon after that Neesh was out alone on the ramparts of Emain.   Deirdru slipped outside and passed him by. “Why, that’s a fine heifer going past,” said Neesh.   “The heifers grow well … Continue reading →

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The Shreiking Womb: Neesh…

Posted on October 4, 2020 by Sue Vincent

* …So, Deirdru was kept in a place apart until she was ready for Connavor’s bed. * No one was allowed into her enclosure save her foster-mother, her foster-father, and her nurse maid, Leborcham, the satirist. * One winter’s day … Continue reading →

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The Shreiking Womb…

Posted on October 2, 2020 by Sue Vincent

* The Ulstermen were drinking in the house of Connavor’s Bard, Fedlimed mac Dall. Fedlimed’s wedd-woman, who happened to be full with child, was also in attendance. She passed round meat and drink and, when the house reached drunken uproar, … Continue reading →

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Bull-Coyote: Other…

Posted on October 1, 2020 by Sue Vincent

* …Buffalo-Bull threw Coyote high into the air with his horns. When he came back down to earth Coyote was a Buffalo-Bull. Bull-Coyote wandered off into another field eating grass to his heart’s content and satisfying his hunger. Just then, … Continue reading →

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Bull-Coyote…

Posted on September 30, 2020 by Sue Vincent

* Coyote was going along… As usual he was ravenously hungry. He passed by Buffalo-Bull and noticed his size. ‘No lack of sustenance there,’ he reasoned. “Couldn’t you make me into a Bull?” asked Coyote. Buffalo-Bull ignored him. “If I … Continue reading →

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