The Empty House,
oil on canvas, 1931.
National Gallery of Canada.
As you may have noticed, I have a thing for stone, whether real or metaphysical, natural or metamorphed by man.
But if one sets a story in North America, one faces a certain lack of hill forts and henges and other structures of that sort to provide a convenient background of mystery and myth to one's tale.
However, in spite of the fact that stone circles, Great Walls, pyramids and other reliable megaliths get all the press, in the course of casual research I've discovered the existence of many lesser and minor uses of stone by our predecessors in title: mark stones, initiation stones, healing stones, holy stones, souterrains and fogous.
And furthermore, ideas that were as migratory as the descendants of the people and cultures that first invested those stones with powers and properties. More than boxes and bundles came across the ocean in the belly of an immigrant ship.
And that's how I come to have curse stones in my story.
I don't like to do this, but for the time being, posts on the blog will appear Monday, Wednesday and Friday.
The WIP goes too slowly, (I swear I wrote my bloody thesis in less time) partly because I want to make sure I set a solid foundation for future stories about Lillie's adventures and to make my magic system/paranormal pattern consistent.