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Poor horse looking for the rest of its body. Anonymous tips say it haunts Spiere-Helkijn. No one knows why. Apparently, sword-wielding ants have more information, but even Reynard doesn't dare to approach them.

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'Cats — by day the most docile of God's creatures, everyone of them in the night enlisting under the devil's banner — took the place by storm after the human voice had ceased.' -W. H. Davies 🎨Leticia Zamora #BookWormSat

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“There are cries in the dark at night As owls answer the moon” ✍️ R.S. Thomas, Welsh Poet #BookWormSat 📷Snowy Owl - Kryeveper

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'Yet shall I struggle in the dark for breath? Will no one fight the Terror for my sake, The heavy darkness that no dawn will break?' -Sara Teasdale 🎨Henry Fuseli (detail)

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Since it is #StDavidsDay tomorrow as well as #BookWormSat, we must celebrate literature from or about Wales. 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿 Do join us with a daffodil. ‘To live in Wales is to be conscious At dusk of the spilled blood That went into the making of the wild sky…’ ~ R S Thomas.

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1/5 Extravagant hats were all the rage in the Edwardian era. These hats had to be secured with hatpins, which women sometimes used for self-defense. Many countries passed laws banning hatpins that were longer than 20 centimetres or required that hatpin tips be covered. #WyrdWednesday

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'About here, she thought, dabbling her fingers in the water, a ship had sunk, and she muttered, dreamily half asleep, how we perished, each alone.' -Virginia Woolf 🎨Constantin Meunier

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Jan Mankes, 1913. #OwlishMonday

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let this winter fall from you softly

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'If you shiver, someone is walking over your future grave.' -William Henderson 🎨Dillon Samuelson #BookWormSat

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'And whether we see him as a mad prophet or a melodramatic eccentric, one thing is certain: Antoine Wiertz was never dull.' This is a great article about Wiertz written by Dirk Puehl. Follow him on Instagram for more brilliant stuff like this. wunderkammertales.blogspot.com/2025/02/roma...

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#BookWormSat “We have put her living in the tomb!” ― Edgar Allan Poe, The Fall of the House of Usher IIlustration by Harry Clarke

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'Always weeping, always weeping, from the crib to the grave' -Jan Van Beers (translated) 🎨Jakub Schikaneder #BookWormSat

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"Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable." ✍️C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves #BookWormSat

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They say if you hear three knocks in the night with no one there, death is coming. A similar belief holds that if a coffin knocks before burial—whether from settling wood or something else—it’s an omen that more will follow. #BookWormSat Art: Russell Dickerson

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‘There, in one of the great boxes, of which there were fifty in all, on a pile of newly dug earth, lay the Count! He was either dead or asleep.’ ~ Bram Stoker’s Dracula. #BookWormSat ⛪️ 🪦 ⚰️ 🖼️ Illustration from a Swedish edition of Dracula (Mörkrets makter), 1900.

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Today marks the anniversary of the abolition of Roma slavery on territories of present-day Romania. It’s an overlooked aspect of history. I consider this in my book, The Roma: A Travelling History, which I’m very glad to say will be out in May. www.penguin.co.uk/books/456889...

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'Don't you like the sight of a coffin? I really do. I find it a handsome piece of furniture, even empty...' -Thomas Mann Tomorrow #BookWormSat will celebrate Antoine Wiertz's birthday and his premature burial masterpiece with the theme strange things that happen around coffins and in graveyards.

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According to a Flemish folktale, a brother murdered his sister during a walk. A blue flower started to grow at the place where he had buried his sister. One day, a merchant plucked the flower and it sang the song of how she ceased to be. 🎨Pauline Jamar #WyrdWednesday

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'Out with you upon the wild waves, children of the king! Henceforth your cries shall be with the flocks of birds.' -Joseph Jacobs, The Fate of the Children of Lir. 🎨P.J. Lynch #BookWormSat

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'When I stand and contemplate my fate and see the path along which you have led me, I reach my end, for artless I surrendered to one who is my undoing and my end.' –Gabriel García Márquez, Of Love and Other Demons #BookWormSat

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In a Flemish folktale, a farmhand went to a pond and asked the water spirit who dwelt there to bake him a waffle. Back on the farm, a waffle was waiting for him. He returned to the pond and she dragged him into the water. He's still there, and the spirit can often be heard singing. #WyrdWednesday

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'And they blame my lamentation, And they laugh my grief to scorn; To the haunts of desolation I must bear my woes forlorn. All who happy are, now shun me, And my tears with laughter see; Heavy lies thy hand upon me, Cruel Pythian deity!' -Cassandra, Friedrich Schiller. #BookWormSat

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🌩️🏹🌩️"As lithe as Artemis with her arrows striding down from a high peak – Taygetus’ towering ridge or Erymanthus – thrilled to race with the wild boar or bounding deer, and nymphs of the hills race with her, daughters of Zeus whose shield is storm and thunder." 📖Homer - The Odyssey. #BookWormSat

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'Come, February, lend thy darkest sky. There teach the winter'd muse with clouds to soar; Come, February, lift the number high; Let the sharp strain like wind thro' alleys roar.' -Thomas Chatterton 🎨Remigius Adrianus Haanen

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'Tis the melodious hue of beauty thrown Athwart the darkness and the glare of pain, Which humanise and harmonise the strain.' -Shelley This Saturday #BookWormSat enters the world of women in Greek mythology! Do join us! 🐍 🎨unknown Flemish artist

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