#b. catling

[sharry-arry-odd]

Even in the cinder hearts of the most callous, there is a cusp for rapture.

Hollow, by B. Catling

[sharry-arry-odd]

The Kid possessed the flexibility and speed of a serpent, an asset in the physicality of this predicament but a positive disadvantage to the horse's understanding of his identity and intention.

Hollow, by B. Catling

[sharry-arry-odd]

The balance of gold to horror was a much gentler bargain than many of them had made before.

Hollow, by B. Catling

[sharry-arry-odd]

Follett had only one question. "What animal should be used for the preferred bones?" A wave of unease elbowed aside the earlier composure. "/Preferred/ is a little difficult," answered the black priest.  "You mean anything we can get on our journey?" "Yes. Well, in part." "Part?" "We cannot tell you what you already know in your heart." "Man bones?" "We cannot say." "Human bones?" Follett grinned to himself while maintaining a countenance of grim, shocked consideration.

Hollow, by B. Catling

[calamityk8]

“i feel as if i have been asleep too long.

my dreams, if that’s what they are, seem always to be in advance of my sleep, awaiting me to continue their tale, to unwind their continuity,- in daylight, they ache continuously. I have become bewildered by their closeness and my distance. I have been swallowed to this spot of land, the previous arrows stitching the way to here. i cannot see the bow, lying somewhere beneath me in this place of contradictions, where it smells of snow and glows humid. My feet have held to the ground before, but now i am unattached, and the roots and the sinews of my pain nag at my hope in dopey, vague wafts. I am being erased by familiarity, the sense of knowing this journey from before. The arrow’s path has made me as vacant as the half-light landscape around me...

I have been too slow on this journey: the air and the sky have seduced me. No blood has been shed, and history can’t move without this. I have to cut the light with blood, let her exhale and twist in my hand. Tonight, I will divide a life and paint the future road glorious. Enough of these shallows: The cities lie on the other side of the Great Forest, and I will burn my way towards them. She is in my hand, demanding arrows and distance traveled.”

from, ‘The Vorrh’, by B. Catling.

[imbookenit]

BFTC October 1: Witchy Women

The Erstwhile by B. Catling

If you have read the Vorrh Trilogy you would know that African and Christian spiritualisms is the core of the text. So I wouldn’t necessarily call Rowena a “witch” but she gives off the powerful independent female vibes of a witch.

[imbookenit]

JOMP Day 25

The Cloven by B. Catling

The third of the Vorrh trilogy. I have been wanting a good book I can fall into (no pun intended) and this series consumes me.

[literatureandtrees]

perfect Sunday ❄️