Claire Dunscombe
@claire-dunscombe.bsky.social
Author, analyst, escaped archaeologist
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Ok, me Nana was right. Loose tea does taste better
December 2, 2025 at 9:37 AM
Ok, me Nana was right. Loose tea does taste better
Is it just me or are the Black Friday/Cyber Monday/Twatty Tuesday emails getting particularly desperate & hysterical this year?
December 1, 2025 at 1:38 PM
Is it just me or are the Black Friday/Cyber Monday/Twatty Tuesday emails getting particularly desperate & hysterical this year?
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Picard management tip: Always be ready to change course.
November 29, 2025 at 4:58 PM
Picard management tip: Always be ready to change course.
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The city is layers of story. Sometimes it is told in occulted stone symbolism, sometimes in street names and haunted hodology. Thousands of narratives with no editor. Thousands of tales seeping into the city's own strange dreams. No wonder it imagines fabulous things. – #CLNolan
November 28, 2025 at 5:07 PM
The city is layers of story. Sometimes it is told in occulted stone symbolism, sometimes in street names and haunted hodology. Thousands of narratives with no editor. Thousands of tales seeping into the city's own strange dreams. No wonder it imagines fabulous things. – #CLNolan
Should rename Black Friday to bollox junk mail day. That’s all it is-lots of over excited marketing teams sending extra-hysterica, bollox emails. Does anybody believe them anymore?
November 28, 2025 at 5:32 PM
Should rename Black Friday to bollox junk mail day. That’s all it is-lots of over excited marketing teams sending extra-hysterica, bollox emails. Does anybody believe them anymore?
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I asked my mum for pink paint for my 6th birthday. My plan was to paint stripes on our white cat, so she'd look just like Bagpuss on TV. Fortunately, my mother worked out my plan. She got me some watercolours and took me for lunch at the Wimpy. A win.
November 27, 2025 at 10:20 AM
I asked my mum for pink paint for my 6th birthday. My plan was to paint stripes on our white cat, so she'd look just like Bagpuss on TV. Fortunately, my mother worked out my plan. She got me some watercolours and took me for lunch at the Wimpy. A win.
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At my waking, I found the tops of the houses covered with snow, which is a rare sight, that I have not seen these three years.
November 27, 2025 at 6:38 AM
At my waking, I found the tops of the houses covered with snow, which is a rare sight, that I have not seen these three years.
Unfortunately, this means that my book will not be being published by Northodox. They’re moving away from publishing the more outlandish stuff, to focus on straightforward historical fiction.
🚨STATEMENT🚨
We know there have been rumours circulating and we've been investigating all avenues to continue in extremely difficult circumstances, both industry-wise and within the team.
The support from our readers and writers means the world to us.
We know there have been rumours circulating and we've been investigating all avenues to continue in extremely difficult circumstances, both industry-wise and within the team.
The support from our readers and writers means the world to us.
November 24, 2025 at 7:07 PM
Unfortunately, this means that my book will not be being published by Northodox. They’re moving away from publishing the more outlandish stuff, to focus on straightforward historical fiction.
Apparently there is a whole spooky subgenre about trains. I’m very excited about this, and you can blame this excellent book: shop.bl.uk/products/the...
The Platform Edge: Uncanny Tales of the Railways
Howling down the tunnels comes a new collection showcasing the greatest stories of strange happenings on the tracks, many of which are republished here for the first time since their original departur...
shop.bl.uk
November 23, 2025 at 9:27 AM
Apparently there is a whole spooky subgenre about trains. I’m very excited about this, and you can blame this excellent book: shop.bl.uk/products/the...
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The word ‘dryad’ is derived from the Greek word ‘drus’ meaning oak (origin of 'Druid'). Dryads were originally oak tree spirits, although over time they have come to represent all types of tree spirits and nymphs.
art: Dryad by Lorenzo Mastroianni
art: Dryad by Lorenzo Mastroianni
November 22, 2025 at 8:01 AM
The word ‘dryad’ is derived from the Greek word ‘drus’ meaning oak (origin of 'Druid'). Dryads were originally oak tree spirits, although over time they have come to represent all types of tree spirits and nymphs.
art: Dryad by Lorenzo Mastroianni
art: Dryad by Lorenzo Mastroianni
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Is it heartbreak or cardio karma? Going to use this somewhere
November 20, 2025 at 3:39 PM
Is it heartbreak or cardio karma? Going to use this somewhere
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This is an interesting poem I came across while doing research. It’s by Mary Wortley Montague from 1724. It’s talking about a 14 year old who (according to Gladstone many years later) died from the over enthusiastic embraces of her bridegroom. allpoetry.com/On-the-Death...
On the Death of Mrs. Bowes by Mary Wortley Montagu - Famous poems, famous poets. - All Poetry
Comments & analysis: Written extempore on a card, in a large company, December 14, 1724. / Hail, happy bride, f
allpoetry.com
November 20, 2025 at 1:01 PM
This is an interesting poem I came across while doing research. It’s by Mary Wortley Montague from 1724. It’s talking about a 14 year old who (according to Gladstone many years later) died from the over enthusiastic embraces of her bridegroom. allpoetry.com/On-the-Death...
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Hope has a broken tooth
Hope has a bloody nose
Hope staggers up from the dirt
Hope wipes her eyes
Just one more fucking time.
Hope has a bloody nose
Hope staggers up from the dirt
Hope wipes her eyes
Just one more fucking time.
November 18, 2025 at 4:50 PM
Hope has a broken tooth
Hope has a bloody nose
Hope staggers up from the dirt
Hope wipes her eyes
Just one more fucking time.
Hope has a bloody nose
Hope staggers up from the dirt
Hope wipes her eyes
Just one more fucking time.
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Join Northodox this Saturday at House of Book & Friends for our Winter Book Fair
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@commapress.bsky.social @flyonthewallpress.bsky.social @stairwellbooks.bsky.social @saraband-books.bsky.social @confingopublishing.bsky.social @writtenoffbooks.bsky.social
www.eventbrite.com/e/manchester...
November 18, 2025 at 11:16 AM
Join Northodox this Saturday at House of Book & Friends for our Winter Book Fair
@commapress.bsky.social @flyonthewallpress.bsky.social @stairwellbooks.bsky.social @saraband-books.bsky.social @confingopublishing.bsky.social @writtenoffbooks.bsky.social
www.eventbrite.com/e/manchester...
@commapress.bsky.social @flyonthewallpress.bsky.social @stairwellbooks.bsky.social @saraband-books.bsky.social @confingopublishing.bsky.social @writtenoffbooks.bsky.social
www.eventbrite.com/e/manchester...
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A book is potential until it is read or listened to. It is only woken from ink/digital stasis by an act of engaging with it. Format matters not, only the engagement counts.
November 18, 2025 at 11:19 AM
A book is potential until it is read or listened to. It is only woken from ink/digital stasis by an act of engaging with it. Format matters not, only the engagement counts.
The horrors persist, but so do I. ONWARDS!!!!
November 17, 2025 at 11:12 AM
The horrors persist, but so do I. ONWARDS!!!!
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🚨NEW EVENT🚨
Join us in Leeds at Hyde Park Book Club for The Year of the Rat's launch event next week!
www.hydeparkbookclub.co.uk/arts-literat...
Join us in Leeds at Hyde Park Book Club for The Year of the Rat's launch event next week!
www.hydeparkbookclub.co.uk/arts-literat...
November 14, 2025 at 1:07 PM
🚨NEW EVENT🚨
Join us in Leeds at Hyde Park Book Club for The Year of the Rat's launch event next week!
www.hydeparkbookclub.co.uk/arts-literat...
Join us in Leeds at Hyde Park Book Club for The Year of the Rat's launch event next week!
www.hydeparkbookclub.co.uk/arts-literat...
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November’s early darkness enfolds us. The smell of applewood fires and rot is a constant companion at twilight. We hurry between home and evensong, home and pub. Ghosts crowd the lanes, our folklore becomes filled with tales of cold teeth. Winter begins to growl. - #CLNolan
November 9, 2025 at 5:33 PM
November’s early darkness enfolds us. The smell of applewood fires and rot is a constant companion at twilight. We hurry between home and evensong, home and pub. Ghosts crowd the lanes, our folklore becomes filled with tales of cold teeth. Winter begins to growl. - #CLNolan
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For the witch, there are times when the river becomes a fluid scrying, a constant flow of omens. It's tutelary spirit whispers wisdom in her ears, its magics ripple across her psychic skin. She becomes one with its shaping song. – #EmilyCBanting, 1982 #WitchSky
November 5, 2025 at 4:23 PM
For the witch, there are times when the river becomes a fluid scrying, a constant flow of omens. It's tutelary spirit whispers wisdom in her ears, its magics ripple across her psychic skin. She becomes one with its shaping song. – #EmilyCBanting, 1982 #WitchSky