For all the ones who want to know what I call a tree-book in some of my posts…
I am no botanist but I do create names and it pleases me.
“…Next to them was a tree but it wasn’t an ordinary tree, the bark was pealing in thin slices of parchment…
This was something he remembered from his childhood tales: a famous Tree-book!
Treebook had lots of power and could consume men or women feelings and life if they didn’t pay attention. It was the ultimate seduction after the voice, the escape of a life time that not many could resist it. It could send the young at war, destroy families and pulverized the will of the strongest. It could almost justify everything and appeared to be wise to innocents souls.
On one of the tallest branch was sitting a sad eye owl. Teehee felt powerless in front of so much despair. The bird had his claws tied up to the branch…but looking closely no ties were actually present it was his own talon firmly entrapped into the timber that was jailing him. The moon had reached its pinnacle and crossed over the light foam of the clouds and Teehee could only see it mirrored in the eyes of the trapped owl. He started to climb the tree …”
Passage from ‘Tale of the Blue Rust’ 2014
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