Yes…….this is England 2012
Tonight………Inkiblu photography……..England 2012. Yes Sir, we’re British!
EyeLanda Jonis reVIsiTed……
recoloured this image from my original monochrome image
…. inkiart…..just playing!
OOOOps!………it’s raining……ENGLAND IS STILL SMILING!!!!!!!!
Inki’s Voice
Princess Tora.… a short extract from Alleta Dore written by InkiBlu
‘Let go of me! Put me down now you stupid beast.’
Tora yelped as she wriggled and squirmed, her legs strapping Bora’s broad tree trunk of a neck. Tiny hands clenching reigns of his wiry hair, she pulled with all her might, ‘Get me down from here, or I will…..’
‘Or, you will what, Tora? You will kill me and feed me to the dogs!’ Boro laughed. The sound heaving up from his mighty chest, though a larynx as strong as steel rebounded from the mountain tops, with a cruel echo to mock Tora’s despair, Each footstep he took pounding the earth to dust and opening a river of spidery cracks on the crusty ground beneath his feet. ‘Hold on tight you slithering little worm, or I swear it will drop you in the Bubbling Mere.’
‘Please Boro, please, Boro,’ came her desperate wail, ‘you are making me sick, you are shaking my insides out, please Boro, let me travel in your pocket, I swear I won’t try to escape again!
Irritated by the constant tirade of whining Boro swept Tora from his shoulder, throwing her headlong into his coat pocket, growling out a warning that if she tried once more to outwit him he would string her hands together and wear her as a necklace for the rest of the journey. As she cascaded down the rough woollen wall of Boro’s pocket, to sink finally into bed of fetid lint, the tiny Princess Tora had already conceived a plan to flee from her captor’s clutches.
Cradled by a hammock of musty matted fibres that clung to the seams of Boro’s rancid coat Tora was rocked to sleep; swayed as though she sailed on an ocean while the Great Giant proceeded with mammoth sides on his journey across perilous terrain to deliver his catch up for reward, but even a strength such as he could not have reached The kingdom of Brane with less than three or four days hard travel. So, Tora slept in the knowledge that for the time being Boro, though her captor, was also her protector, for she knew the lands well and alone she would surely be swallowed whole by the Tollizards or sucked into the Bubbling Mere. Her dreams were sweet; she was carried on the back of Zoladare,, the Great White Bird as he glided over hill and dale, finally cresting the back of a huge white wave that brought her to rest, though glistening mist, onto the tranquil shore of Eswhaz. (author.. Inkiblu)
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