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the october country

@the-october-country / the-october-country.tumblr.com

A blog for darker evenings and misty days, full of autumn leaves and apples, ghosts and witches, folklore and fairytales. I update all year round, but most frequently at this time of year, and the blog is both an outlet for my love of autumn and Hallowe'en and a gathering place for art, from horror films to medieval woodcuts, that evokes the sinister, the mysterious and the otherworldly. This blog has a winter counterpart at now-winter-comes-slowly. Formerly cloudsinvenice, these days I use @tealightcandles1794 to admin my various special interest sideblogs, and you can always message me there if you need to get in touch.
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“Whoever he was – and of course I knew who he had to be - he did not give a damn that I was there! He had not even stopped to take a breath… It was Armand, of course. Yet I was hardly prepared for the sight he presented here.

“Candle wax dripped down the marble bust of Caesar, flowed over the brightly painted countries of the world globe. And the books, they lay in mountains on the carpet, save for those of the very last shelf in the corner when he stood, in his old rags still, hair full of dust, ignoring me as he ran his hand over page after page, his eyes intent on the words before him, his lips half open, his expression like that of an insect in its concentration as it chews through a leaf. Perfectly horrible he looked, actually. He was sucking everything out of the books! … But his manner wasn’t the entire horror. It was the havoc he was leaving behind him, the utter disregard of everything he used. And his utter disregard of me.

“…His auburn hair shimmered despite the dirt in it; his eyes burned like two lights. Grotesque he seemed, among all the candles and the swimming colors of the flat, this filthy waif of the netherworld, and yet his beauty held sway. He hadn’t needed the shadows of Notre Dame or the torchlight of the crypt to flatter him. And there was a fierceness in him in this bright light that I hadn’t seen before.” - Lestat re: Armand, The Vampire Lestat

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Cathedrals rise from dust, to show man wonder. And in the stones men carve the Danse Macabre to show that life is brief. We carry scythes in the army of the robed skeleton who is carved on a thousand doorways, a thousand walls. We are the followers of Death, whose cruel visage is drawn in a million tiny prayer books which the rich and poor alike hold in their hands.

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from The Vampire Chronicles, by Anne Rice

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