The Unusual Suspects
My latest contribution to the Somnambulists series. Another sleepy enigma, wearing opalescent gowns and crimson bows, accompanied by those ever faithful black-winged protectors....or are they conspirators?
I am terribly fond of her cobwebbed hair. She could remain just so for years, centuries even, and the passage of time will have no discernible effect upon her. This is what I so dearly love about fairy tales and ghost stories.
Silver, crimson, and ice.
In the Gloaming, Sukie Walks
Inspired, for the most part, by the ghostly tales of J.H. Riddell. (See further down the page for a link to her work).
And for reading material....
This quarters offering from Milk magazine.
I sometimes think that I ought to put together a little inspiration-based folder over at Flickr...at least they would all be quite organized there, and live happily ever after amongst themselves. I might devote some time to this over the coming weekend.
As so often repeated in a handful of previous posts, I adore the socks off Tove Jansson.
Two brand new installments of the Moomins being just the ticket for the onset of Autumn.
Although, let's face it, where would I be without my regular fix of ghost fiction?
I am almost approaching the close of the most darkly wonderful collection of ghost stories by J.H. Riddell: discovered, amongst many more supernatural compilations of the Victorian era, at a remarkably (almost unbelievably) low price over at Amazon UK. This perfectly lovely circumstance enabled me to purchase a veritable pile of them all at once, which will go some way towards stemming the withdrawal issues that almost always affect me upon the completion of a much loved selection of spectral tales.