Book Quotes - Sinful Folk (Bestselling Historical Novel)

Sinful Folk is the best-selling historical novel by Ned Hayes, illustrated by Nikki McClure. Images capture moments in the book, and are accompanied by quotes from the book. - - - - - - - - - - - - http://SinfulFolk.com
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Book quote: "People come to me on waves of memory, but all of them are ghosts. The sound of a distant ocean covers me with surf, that tide that bears me back eternally into the past, back to the place where I was born. My mother took me out in our little fishing boat, out on the open water of the sea. The thrum and hiss of surf upon the shore behind us, the breaking rhythm never ceasing. My mother waited until we were out of sight of land. She waited to tell me the secret." -- from Sinful…

Golden Sunbeam the sun is shinning,always.

"The fire blazes, sparks rioting above the earth, rising into the night. In the reflected blaze, the masks of the players packed in a cart glimmer behind us, false faces shifting in the light." -- from the novel SINFUL FOLK ......................  PHOTO SOURCE: http://www.flickr.com/photos/dadaria2/5868534415/in/photostream/

BOOK QUOTE: "The fire blazes, sparks rioting above the earth, rising into the night. In the reflected blaze, the masks of the players packed in a cart glimmer behind us, false faces shifting in the light." -- from the novel Sinful Folk

BOOK QUOTE: "Stars steam away as a pale sun rises, hot coal dropped in a watery sky. Light seeps across the forest as the reedy shrieks of wood fowl echo in the trees. The path from our village to the King’s Highway is no road at all. To the east, that faint track leads up through the forest until it reaches, finally, the open country and paths that lead to other places. Hob is taking us beyond the bounds of the known world.” — from the novel SINFUL FOLK

Books, Novels and Historical Fiction written by Ned Hayes and Nicholas Hallum.

Book quote: "People come to me on waves of memory, but all of them are ghosts. The sound of a distant ocean covers me with surf, that tide that bears me back eternally into the past, back to the place where I was born. My mother took me out in our little fishing boat, out on the open water of the sea. The thrum and hiss of surf upon the shore behind us, the breaking rhythm never ceasing. My mother waited until we were out of sight of land. She waited to tell me the secret." -- from Sinful…

Boat at Sunset

BOOK QUOTE:  "A bird calls, distant and wounded. The woods are still as death. Quick steam huffs in and out of Geoff’s open mouth. And with that, the dangerous moment seems past. We gather wood and help Tom build his fire. As I pick up spare twigs and dried bracken, I wonder how far our sounds penetrate into the black forest, and how far our shouts echo along the White Road." — from the novel Sinful Folk  PHOTO: Twisted (by Mikael Järnåsen)

BOOK QUOTE: "A bird calls, distant and wounded.

BOOK QUOTE:  "A bird calls, distant and wounded. The woods are still as death. Quick steam huffs in and out of Geoff’s open mouth. And with that, the dangerous moment seems past. We gather wood and help Tom build his fire. As I pick up spare twigs and dried bracken, I wonder how far our sounds penetrate into the black forest, and how far our shouts echo along the White Road." — from the novel Sinful Folk  PHOTO: Twisted (by Mikael Järnåsen)

BOOK QUOTE: "A bird calls, distant and wounded.

"The darkness around us presses down, as if to listen. The music of the wind rises and falls with the swirls of the snow, the creaking of the sea of branches in the darkness above us."  — from the novel Sinful Folk

"The darkness around us presses down, as if to listen. The music of the wind rises and falls with the swirls of the snow, the creaking of the sea of branches in the darkness above us." — from the novel Sinful Folk

BOOK QUOTE: “We gather wood and help Tom build his fire. As I pick up spare twigs and dried bracken, I wonder how far our sounds penetrate into the black forest, and how far our shouts echo along the White Road. Night birds warble, and small creatures rustle in the snow. The darkness around us presses down, as if to listen. The music of the wind rises and falls with the swirls of the snow, the creaking of the sea of branches in the darkness above us.” — from the novel SINFUL FOLK

morningmist by Peter Engman, via Sunlight and Morning Mist- a powerful…

BOOK QUOTE:  “We gather wood and help Tom build his fire. As I pick up spare twigs and dried bracken, I wonder how far our sounds penetrate into the black forest, and how far our shouts echo along the White Road. Night birds warble, and small creatures rustle in the snow. The darkness around us presses down, as if to listen. The music of the wind rises and falls with the swirls of the snow, the creaking of the sea of branches in the darkness above us.”  — from the novel SINFUL FOLK

Firewatch - Mats Petersson Misty Forest The 30 Most Beautiful Nature Photography - organic adventure in the wild through a forest of evergreen trees in the fall autumn through fog like a hippie boho bohemian black and white silhouette photo through fog

BOOK QUOTE:  "Stars steam away as a pale sun rises, hot coal dropped in a watery sky. Light seeps across the forest as the reedy shrieks of wood fowl echo in the trees. The path from our village to the King’s Highway is no road at all. To the east, that faint track leads up through the forest until it reaches, finally, the open country and paths that lead to other places. Hob is taking us beyond the bounds of the known world.”  — from the novel SINFUL FOLK

The Eagle Tree The remarkable story of a boy and a tree THE EAGLE TREE was published by Little A. The book sold over copies to become a national

BOOK QUOTE: "People come to me on waves of memory, but all of them are ghosts. The sound of a distant ocean covers me with surf, that tide that bears me back eternally into the past, back to the place where I was born. My mother took me out in our little fishing boat, out on the open water of the sea. The thrum and hiss of surf upon the shore behind us, the breaking rhythm never ceasing. My mother waited until we were out of sight of land. She waited to tell me the secret." -- from Sinful…

Books, Novels and Historical Fiction written by Ned Hayes and Nicholas Hallum. Literary Fiction and Dark Fantasy.

BOOK QUOTE:  "Stars steam away as a pale sun rises, hot coal dropped in a watery sky. Light seeps across the forest as the reedy shrieks of wood fowl echo in the trees. The path from our village to the King’s Highway is no road at all. To the east, that faint track leads up through the forest until it reaches, finally, the open country and paths that lead to other places. Hob is taking us beyond the bounds of the known world.”  — from the novel SINFUL FOLK

BOOK QUOTE: "Stars steam away as a pale sun rises, hot coal dropped in a watery…

BOOK QUOTE: “The sound of a distant ocean covers me with surf, that tide that bears me back into the past, back to the place where I was born. People come through the whiteness, through the bright light, but all of them are ghosts.” — from the novel SINFUL FOLK

“Golden Way by Bobby Bong This photo was taken at Kura-Kura Beach, West Kalimantan, Indonesia. I used CPL and Graduated ND filters.

"TEN YEARS AGO, at Michaelmas, the early autumn hours were fading into dusk. The day was dying slow. I had fallen off the straight and narrow into a place of harsh rocks and broken brambles, like the story of Satan falling from heaven on Saint Michael’s Day. But I had fallen from no heaven, and those who pursued me were no angels." -- from the novel SINFUL FOLK

SINFUL FOLK: the book page -- A terrible loss. A desperate journey.

BOOK QUOTE:  "Stars steam away as a pale sun rises, hot coal dropped in a watery sky. Light seeps across the forest as the reedy shrieks of wood fowl echo in the trees. The path from our village to the King’s Highway is no road at all. To the east, that faint track leads up through the forest until it reaches, finally, the open country and paths that lead to other places. Hob is taking us beyond the bounds of the known world.”   — from the novel SINFUL FOLK     PHOTO: elenamorelli

{ the quiet beauty of a misty forest }

"April comes to us, with her showers sweet. I wake to the cries of little birds before the light comes across the heath. They wait all night with open eyes. Now, with the rain at dawn, their voices make melody." I imagine my mother calling to me, her words echoing across the years. Every night, I slip into the empty winter land of memory."  — from the novel Sinful Folk, by Ned Hayes

Books, Novels and Historical Fiction written by Ned Hayes and Nicholas Hallum. Literary Fiction and Dark Fantasy.

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