Jonathan B. Edvane writes dark fantasy and short fiction. Tales from the Woldwood and Edvane Stories. Link below.#Edvane #vss365

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Jun 12
'The Falsrott' Read on Substack, Narrated on YouTube. #TalesfromtheWoldwood by #Edvane #DarkFantasy #FantasyLore
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Sunday gratitude to my 22 new followers from the past week, and special thanks to all of those who reposted me. As always, give them a follow @fizzyfizzytwiz @rpgcyrusrite @JayRhoades10 @bionicanadian @icreatelife @paulwiggins @DrNaveedAhamed1 @DanielC55186873 @TheDualToungue @HiddenMuse8 @acid_shoes
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Real history was darker than #grimdark. On All Saints’ Day, 1755, Lisbon’s churches were full when the earthquake struck. Survivors fled toward the waterfront, only for the sea to retreat and return as a tsunami. Then the city burned. Not judgement in a prophecy. Geology. #darkerthangrimdark #Edvane
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#vss365 The banshee screamed until mirrors cracked and the men died, bleeding from their ears. A hunched old woman climbed the stair with a silver needle and black thread. That night, the village slept. She had not brought #quietus to them. She had sewn the banshee’s mouth shut. #Edvane #DarkFantasy On July 6, I will pick the most liked, reposted, or viewed of these flash fictions and make it a 3-4k short story
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In late-sixteenth-century Exeter, three children ask the dark a question no child should know. “Shall I come away?” My weekly #Edvane Story follows Curate Ralph Travers, an old Devon rhyme, and the terrible bargain waiting beneath the city streets. Link in the first comment. #DarkFantasy #FolkHorror
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Jun 12
Real history was darker than #grimdark. In 1631, imperial troops stormed Magdeburg during the Thirty Years’ War. The city burned. Civilians were butchered in the streets. Around 20,000 of its 30,000 inhabitants were killed. Not an evil empire in a novel. Europe. #darkerthangrimdark #Edvane
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Jun 12
Read 'The Falsrott' on Substack jbedvane.substack.com/p/the-

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Jun 12
#vss365 They went to the ruined tower at midnight, dismissing the rumours. They laughed through broken archways, kissed beneath the stair, then smelled something rotten. It unfolded from the dark above them, long-limbed and smiling. The village had believed the curse was only a story, but the ghast was #consuming every witness. #Edvane #DarkFantasy On July 6, I will pick the most liked, reposted, or viewed of these flash fictions and make it a 3-4k short story
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Jun 12
The right choice and the fatal choice are the same choice. On power, guilt, and consequence in dark fantasy fiction. Link in first comment
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Jun 12
Unusual to encounter such good writing on X
Tom Bombadil is the most mysterious character in The Lord of the Rings. He's the oldest being in Middle-earth and completely immune to the Ring's power — but why? Bombadil is the key to the underlying ethics of the entire story, and to resisting evil yourself... Tom Bombadil is an enigmatic, merry hermit of the countryside, known as "oldest and fatherless" by the Elves. He is truly ancient, and claims he was "here before the river and the trees." He's so confounding that Peter Jackson left him out of the films entirely. This is understandable, since he's unimportant to the development of the plot. Tolkien, however, saw fit to include him anyway, because Tom reveals a lot about the underlying ethics of Middle-earth, and how to shield yourself from evil. The hobbits meet Bombadil early on in their quest, before they reach Bree and the Prancing Pony Inn. He rescues Merry and Pippin from Old Man Willow, and invites the hobbits to stay at his house in the Old Forest. There, the hobbits realize something strange about him: the Ring has no power over Bombadil whatsoever. When he wears it, he remains visible. He treats it as a plaything, making it disappear with a magic trick. Indeed, at the Council of Elrond, Gandalf rejects the idea of giving the Ring to Tom, for he would likely misplace it or forget about it entirely. So just who is he, exactly? When Frodo asks this very question to Tom's wife Goldberry, she simply responds "He is." It's a cryptic answer that echoes God's famous answer to Moses in the Book of Exodus: "I am who I am." Thus, many theorize that Bombadil is God, some kind of angelic being, or even the spirit of the Music of the Ainur (due to the fact that he is constantly singing). But Tolkien's letters reveal something considerably more interesting
 In April 1954, Tolkien wrote: "The story is cast in terms of a good side, and a bad side, beauty against ruthless ugliness, tyranny against kingship
 but both sides in some degree, conservative or destructive, want a measure of control.But if you have, as it were, taken a 'vow of poverty', renounced control, and take your delight in things for themselves without reference to yourself
 then the questions of the rights and wrongs of power and control might become utterly meaningless to you, and the means of power quite valueless
" So, Bombadil is a representation of what it means to take pure delight in the world around you — to experience people and things simply as they are, without any thought for what they could be or how you could use them. And this is why the Ring has no power over him. To Bombadil, the One Ring is simply a ring, and the possibilities of what can be achieved through its power are of no importance. He is able to resist its evil precisely because he is entirely content with the world around him. At the end of the story, having accomplished what he set out to do in Middle-earth, Gandalf pays Tom a visit before returning to the Undying Lands: "I am going to have a long talk with Bombadil: such a talk as I have not had in all my time." If Bombadil is the epitome of simply enjoying life and being, Gandalf is the epitome of doing. He guides the hobbits, fights the Balrog, and runs up and down Middle-earth to help destroy the One Ring. But now that he's finally liberated from doing, he immediately heads to Bombadil's. He does so with a sense of relief, as if he's at last able to access a purer and higher mode of being — a sort of innocence that cannot be fully experienced by those consumed by doing. Of course, by this Tolkien doesn't disparage the value of action. The entirety of LOTR displays the importance of rising up against evil, even in the face of all odds. But with the inclusion of Bombadil, he does remind readers that fighting isn't all there is. Bombadil reminds us that while it's important to strive and *do*, it is just as important to occasionally step back and *be*. Indeed, your ability to do so plays a crucial role in helping you resist the allure of evil
 Read the full piece here: theculturist.io/welcome The unsung hero of The Lord of the Rings...
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Jun 11
Real history was darker than #grimdark. In 1757, Robert-François Damiens tried to kill Louis XV with a knife. He failed. France tortured him publicly, drew and quartered him with horses, then burned what was left. Not a villain’s punishment. A king’s justice. #darkerthangrimdark #Edvane
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Jun 11
#vss365 The king kept one room #forbidden, locked behind iron and prayer. Every heir tried the door and died screaming. When the youngest prince found the key, he expected bones, or curses, or some chained ancestral shame. He found his father, weeping. “Good,” said the king. “It chose you.” #Edvane #DarkFantasy On July 6, I will pick the most liked, reposted, or viewed of these flash fictions and make it a 3-4k short story
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Jun 11
'He had sat alone with a dead man’s work and realised how simple it was to make a life out of being underestimated.' A new story from #TalesfromtheWoldwood by #Edvane Friday 12 June at 7PM UK Time
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Jun 10
#DoctorWho last went into its wilderness years in 1990 and I was so fed up, I wrote my own story for a future doctor, or a past one, I didn't mind. I naively sent it to the Beeb. Tumbleweed. Earlier this year, I edited it and published it as a fanfic. Links below
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Jun 10
Real history was darker than #grimdark. In 1919, a storage tank burst in Boston and unleashed a wave of molasses through the streets. It moved fast enough to smash buildings, trap victims, kill horses and suffocate people where they fell. Not a curse from a sweetshop. Industry. #darkerthangrimdark #Edvane
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Jun 10
#vss365 They called her Taenal, the #Dawn Harvester. She came softly to shuttered cottages, touched sleeping brows, and left each room bright with morning. Mothers blessed her name, believing she brought light. They learned the truth too late from the beds that stayed warm, and the children who did not wake. #Edvane #DarkFantasy On July 6, I will pick the most liked, reposted, or viewed of these flash fictions and make it a 3-4k short story
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