Folk Horror Revival 🏳️🌈🏳️⚧️#BookwormSat In the Saga of Noggin the Nog story about the Ice Dragon, by Oliver Postgate and Peter Firmin, the Nogs pursue Nogbad through the dark forest of Troleskow, where there are no paths as the trees move about when no one is watching them.
Olivia“Oh, Trees, Trees, Trees,” said Lucy (though she had not been intending to speak at all). “Oh, Trees, wake, wake, wake. Don't you remember it? Don't you remember me? Dryads and Hamadryads, come out, come out to me.”
Prince Caspian - CS Lewis #BookWormSat 🎨 Pauline Baynes
The Ghost Monk"He loved the wild solitudes with a kind of romantic passion that amounted almost to an obsession. The life of the backwoods fascinated him - whence, doubtless, his surpassing efficiency in dealing with their mysteries."
- Algernon Blackwood, 'The Wendigo'
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Paul Robichaud 🪨🐐‘What means the sound of the rain falling far and wide upon the leafy forest? ... These are all airs upon Pan’s pipe; he it was who gave them breath in the exultation of his heart, and gleefully modulated their outflow with his lips and fingers.’ — R.L. Stevenson #BookWormSat
Under the trees the imagination plays unchecked. Sit down on the root of this oak and on that very spot it is quite possible a knight fresh home from the Crusades may have rested and feasted his eyes on the lovely green glades of his own unsurpassed England
- Richard Jefferies, 'Forest'
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Bevan Thomas"They talked trees from morning to night, stirred in her the old subconscious trail of dread, a trail that led ever into the darkness of big woods; and such feelings, as her early evangelical training taught her, were temptings...."
- Algernon Blackwood, "The Man Whom the Trees Loved"
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"He pushed on towards the Wild Wood, which lay before him low and threatening, like a black reef in some still southern sea. There was nothing to alarm him at first entry. Twigs crackled under his feet, logs tripped him, funguses on stumps resembled caricatures, and startled him for the moment by their likeness to something familiar and far away; but that was all fun, and exciting. It led him on, and he penetrated to where the light was less, and trees crouched nearer and nearer, and holes made ugly mouths at him on either side.... Then the faces began."
- Kenneth Grahame, "The Wind in the Willows"
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Bevan Thomas"He pushed towards the Wild Wood, which lay before him low and threatening, like a black reef in some still southern sea. There was nothing to alarm him at first entry. Twigs crackled under his feet, logs tripped him.... Then the faces began."
-Kenneth Grahame, "The Wind in the Willows"
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P J Richards🍂🌼🍂"There are no trees like the trees of that land. For in the autumn their leaves fall not, but turn to gold. Not till the spring comes and the new green opens do they fall, and then the boughs are laden with yellow flowers; and the floor of the wood is golden."
📖J.R.R. Tolkien.
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My devil had been long caged, he came out roaring.
The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde - Robert Louis Stevenson
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