Corby🦇

“Earth was our mother,” Forest said. “And you were our father … the great forest lord. You were the heart of the wilderness, of the wildfolk. You were loved and you were feared. You were life and you were death, doing what was needed to preserve the balance. All part of the cycle of nature, of death and rebirth, of winter and spring.”
― Brom, Slewfoot: A Tale of Bewitchery

“On the fourteenth of May, at the dawn of the day With me gun on me shoulder to the woods I did stray In search of some game, if the weather prove fair To see can I get a shot at the bonny black hare. I met a young girl there with her face as a rose And her skin were as fair as the lily that grows I says, My fair maid, why ramble you so Can you tell me where the bonny black hare do go. The answer she gave me, O, the answer were no But under me apron they say it do go And if you’ll not deceive me, I vow and declare We’ll both go together to hunt the bonny black hare. I laid this girl down with her face to the sky I took out me ramrod, me bullets likewise Saying, Wrap your legs round me, dig in with your heels For the closer we get, O, the better it feels.”
― Brom, Slewfoot: A Tale of Bewitchery

“There were a blind lass from Glasgow Who were sent out a milking the cow She milked the farmhand instead Until his cock turned bright red And now he be too sore to plow.”
― Brom, Slewfoot: A Tale of Bewitchery

“Abitha, do you think old Slewfoot is going to grab me and carry me down into his pit?”
― Brom, Slewfoot: A Tale of Bewitchery