#had it privately printed into bound copies and sent to you and the house

[sbnkalny]

As you all know, when Nergigante descended into the Elder's Recess... It stirred up a veritable hornet's nest. Being that Nergigante feeds on elder dragons, you can imagine that every monster in the recess got spooked.

We did that, we’re gonna take a little stroll in the Elder's Recess... Would you like this sandwich I made? it has plenty of luxurious Wolf pelts, horker tusks and Mammoth hides, more than enough to buy something, i shouldn't have destroyed the nest. You Look Positively spooked. you can’t stop watching paint mixing videos

[thesockpuppetmaster]

The Man As He Loved Me

When I wrote of Gatsby in my published novel, I told no falsehoods, only omitted a few small truths. There were scenes which I felt the world should not be privy to- I say that, and yet here I am, revealing them now. I suppose the time feels right now; time to bare my last kept secrets to the world, so that I may finally be rid of Mr Jay Gatsby.

The first scene actually doesn't concern Gatsby at all; it instead involves one Mr McKee from the party Myrtle held, before I had even met Gatsby. While his wife and the other party goers were busy attending to the blood erupting from Myrtle's nose, he sidled over to me, a look in his eyes that was both familiar and damning. "My wife will stay for another... few hours, I suppose. She doesn't like to leave Myrtle when things like this happen. Would you be so kind as to... accompany me back to my apartment?" He stepped closer, so I could smell the liquor on him, bitter and sharp. His voice was a mere murmur in my ear, "I often find I can't sleep alone." It was rather a shame the elevator boy was with us on our journey down- McKee was too full of whiskey to resist toying playfully with the head of the elevator lever, running his hand down the shaft as though the cold metal beneath his fingers was full of flesh and sensation, and pulsed as his hand caressed it. "Keep your hands off the lever." The boy caught the motion in the corner of his eye, and shut it down. "I beg your pardon, I didn't know I was touching it," he flashed his eyelid at me, so quickly I almost missed it. But I didn't.

As soon as we stepped through the door, he pulled me into a kiss, fixing our lips to eachother, my fingers running through the coarse, black hair at the back of his head, as though I were searching for something golden and tantalising buried within. We undressed eachother, clumsy with drink and blind with lust, fumbling with buttons to remove the clothes that bound our sensuality. I am ashamed to say my underpants got rather lost in the fray, and I have not seen them since. But soon they were no matter, and I felt his skin, sweet and hot to the touch, against my own. I took him then, on top of his wife's choice of cream cotton sheets, causing the silver springs below us to creak luxuriously with each lustful thrust of will.

Afterwards, he showed me photographs he had taken from Long Island, granulated shots of white seabirds and queer looking people strolling through streets, blurred slightly by movement, while some Cole Porter song played on the wireless. "They're lovely." I told him politely. "I could photograph you, if you would want me to. Just as you are, stood there- just over there- by that lamp- the light's much better there..." He got up to gather his camera and, before I could say anything otherwise, had positioned me just where the light caught my naked body best, and, with a sharp click, had forever preserved me for print. "I'll send a copy to you, when I've had one developed." I checked the old clock on the dresser, and, to my surprise, a full hour had passed since my arrival. "Won't your wife be home soon? I ought to be going," I said, beginning to pull on the clothes strewn across the floor in puddles, which I hoped belonged to me. Mr McKee looked up from his camera, startled. "Oh, yes... I suppose you ought to be- here-" He scribbled something on a scrap of paper on the dresser, and handed it to me as I made my way to the door. "Telephone if you ever want your picture taken again, will you?" "Sure," I never did telephone.

I only mentioned in passing where I first really met Gatsby- in the First Division, during the war. At the time, I didn't know he was Gatsby- he introduced himself to me simply as 'Jay', and to him, I was only 'Nick'. There was something of a party held for the men, in the dance hall of a grey, little French village, and that was where we first spoke. "Excuse me, do you have a light?" I turned around at the tap on my shoulder to see him standing before me, holding a cigarette and smiling that same reassuring smile. "Oh, of course- here-" I fumbled in my pocket for a box of matches, and struck one against the side of the box, causing a soft flame to leap into life. "Thanks, old sport." He took a drag. "I'm Jay, by the way," "Nick." He shook my hand firmly. "Have a drink with me, won't you?" "I'd be delighted."

As I have found often happens, it ended up being quite a bit more than just one drink, and much of the night that followed is forever lost to the fogs of inebriated memory that lurk dimly out of sight in the mind, and are never quite close enough to glimpse- mostly the middle section, before we began to sober up a little. Perhaps my knowledge of this is a detriment to my character, but the contents of the war had warped everyone's perception a little, and made a man far more inclined to drink.

We didn't talk about ourselves or our lives; until he asked me if I had a girl back home. "No, no... I was seeing this girl before I left, but I broke it off when I was sent out- I wanted to anyway- all she wanted to talk about was marriage..." He looked at me curiously. "Don't you want to get married, Old Sport?" "Not to her." I replied, and changed the focus of the topic to him, "What about you? Do you have a girl at home?" "I did." Jay's eyes seemed to loose a little light. "What happened?" "It doesn't matter... she married somebody else- look, do you want to get out of here, Old Sport?" His change of subject was obvious, but I let it slide. "And go where?"

As it turned out, 'where' was the wrong question; I should have asked what he wanted to do. But, as I lay beside him, both of us nude from the waist down, I cannot say that I recall being preoccupied with not asking that- I was rather more interested in the lips which touched my body so tenderly, and the hands which explored my skin with such deftness and expertise. Perhaps it was the liquor talking, but I cannot recall ever being so blissfully happy in my intimate encounters than that night. Gatsby showed me parts of my body that I did not know could feel pleasure- but, with fumbling ecstasy, felt more than all of the rest of my body ever had.

When I woke the next morning, my lower half still bared to the cold dawn light, Jay was gone. I wouldn't speak to him again until the party at his house, years later, but I would glimpse him every now and again, as one did in the war. I was so sure I would never see him again, that I didn't really allow myself to think about him. Strange how things really turned out.

At his party, when we met again, I could hardly believe my luck. The only images I could conjure in my mind were of that night, and hearing his voice again brought back memories I wasn't aware I had. We spoke about the party, mostly, and the people there, and every time he laughed, the glistening lights seemed a little more beautiful. Of course, that was before I knew who the party was for.

Gatsby was infatuated with Daisy. We shared only two more intimacies after meeting again, the first on his private beach after the first party I attended. The smell of the brine from the languid waves marinated into his skin with his own, tender scent, and made a heady lovechild that I could only describe as the smell of summer passion. He moved his body more leisurely than before, knowing he was no longer shackled by the confines of military time and duty, but free the share his body as he pleased.

But throughout, I know he can only have been thinking of Daisy, for as much as he loved my body, my passion, and my company, he loved the idea of Daisy more.

The second time was the night of Myrtle's death. He longed for his mind to be taken elsewhere, and I provided my hand to take it, drawing him to feel my wanting for him, pulsing through my skin and milk white bone, and searching for the same in him.

But that night he felt colder than he had before, and in the heat of climax, he cried;

"Daisy!"

After that I had to bring the affair to a close, knowing he felt married to her.

But I do believe he loved me, at least in his body, for a while. Or perhaps I was just a naive distraction from the tolls his fantasy took on him, waiting conveniently next door, for his next whim to indulge my blind heart.

[huntertales]

Let’s Write a Different Ending.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Prophet!Reader

Word Count: 4,343. // Episode Setting: The Monster at the End of This Book.

Summary: What if the “Supernatural” book series wasn’t written by Chuck Shurley? Instead, by a young woman named Y/N Y/L/N? She finds herself living out her most recent story—about the end of the world, an archangel whose sworn to protect her is moonlighting as a trickster and two fictional characters by the name of Sam and Dean are about to drag her straight into it. (Semi-rewrite from episode 4.18 The Monster at the End of This Book to—?)

Full Masterlist | My Other SPN Rewrite

Note: Is this a possible semi-rewrite of the show for my Sam girls???? Yes, it is! And no...This is not like my regular rewrite where I do it episode by episode, this is more like I’m taking Chuck’s entire plot line and writing it as the reader up until the season five finale. Along the way I’m gonna try to focus on a Sam/Reader element ‘cause my boy needs some love.

And before you fret...this is a side project. My original rewrite will always come first. Plus I’m still figuring out the details of what I want to do, but updates for this are gonna be really scarce. I don't know how many parts this will be or how many episodes I will cover, but it'll be part by part. Updates are probably gonna be scarce until I finish season six. More importantly, if you guys like this and want to see more, please let me know. I hope you guys enjoy possibly a new series! 

Chapter One: It Started With a Knock. 

Carver Edlund: it was a name nobody would be probably familiar with if you asked a stranger on the street who he was. To Sam and Dean, he was a man who knew too much. A thief who made a buck and gained an underground cult following from a book series he wrote called "Supernatural." Twenty four books detailing the lives of two hunters who traveled across the country in their 1967 Chevy Impala, saving people from monsters and seeking revenge on the yellowed eyed demon who killed their parents. Each action, every little personal aspect of their lives—from their upbringing, to every internal thought—was all in paperback for the world to read. 

The brothers made the horrifying discovering when they were working a case in town, the first stop on the list of places to check out was some run-down looking comic store. The guy behind the counter mistook their questioning as a game of "LARPing" and failed miserably in attempting to remember the main character's names, only for the younger Winchester to correct him after the third time. That's when they discovered the first book in the bargain bin, a hidden gem abandoned with other comics no one bothered to read. The cover alone looked like a seedy romance novel someone might find on their middle middle-aged mother's nightstand. Sam and Dean found every copy they could find and examine each word. 

Sam tried to figure out who this Carver Edlund was, but he was shady as the characters he wrote about. There wasn't a single paper trail or photograph of him in an attempt for either of the boys to recognize his face to figure out who he was. Best guess the guy was using a pen name to keep his identity. All they knew that the books started rolling out in early of'05, the year Sam left a life behind after tragedy hit. His girlfriend Jess, the only woman he was weeks away from asking to marry him, was killed in the same gruesome manner as his mother. The finale of the "Supernatural" series ended in of Dean being torn to bits by Lilith and Sam alone, just like reality they were forced to live in.

Sam and Dean doubted it ended here. There was someone behind this name, a person the boys were itching to have a  “formal” chat with to figure out how he knew so much about them. The boys decided to start with the most obvious place to track down the author’s real name, the publishing company that printed the crap. A lovely young woman held the possible trail to finding out who it was, only it came with a test when Sam and Dean claimed to be journalists wanting to write an article about the books.

The publisher wouldn’t give up any sort of information so easily. She grilled them with all sorts of questions each of the boys got correct, but only seemed satisfied they were the real deal as she sat in her office chair, watching with a close eye as Sam unbuttoned his flannel and under shirt slightly to reveal the anti-possession tattoo on his chest. She had one of her own, right on her bare ass to show the boys. But the view that made Dean’s day wasn’t the only parting gift she gave the boys. She might not have known the true identity of the person who wrote the books, she had a  current address the boys could visit. All though she warned them—authors were temperamental people.

“He’s very private.” She warned them. “Like Salinger.”

You lifted your hands away from the keyboard when you attempted the second draft of the newest edition to a series that ended months ago. But it didn’t mean the adventures that ran through your head would stop. It flowed vividly as it did after the first dream you had them and sat down to write the first page of the "Supernatural" series. You read the words back to yourself as another part of the newest story printed, waiting for your approval to join the rest of the story you were working on.

Writing was a tedious process. Some people could whip out a beginning line to sink the reader in, others thought to start in the middle and figure out the rest later. Your process was a jumbled mess. You wrote down fragments until everything connected itself together into a perfect story you were happy with. However, the newest story you were working on was a bit...different.

You sat in your office, a small room containing a desk pushed up against the window to enjoy a spacious backyard and the rainy days when you felt the most inspired. Behind was you as book shelf taller than you, crammed with novels your family collected over the years along with bound and unpublished books that haven’t seen the light of day. You reached out to grab the second cup of coffee you made for yourself and the still warm papers from the printer. Skimming the words, you snickered into the ceramic mug at what the hell you were attempting to write late last night.

You took pride in being a creative person since early childhood. Maybe it came with having both of your parents being successful writers and having a hunger for all sorts of adventures you tried to seek in reading endless books. Ever since you could hold a pen and form proper sentences you were writing down all your crazy stories. You were a daydreamer, with a wild imagination to match. Never did you think any of it would be good enough material to be published.

It was the summer before you were supposed to start your freshman year of college when you had a dream that felt so real. Normally you forgot the dream you had the night before the second you woke up. But this one stuck like glue. All day your mind wouldn’t stop replaying what you dreamed about, thinking about these characters you named Sam and Dean. For a week you had dreams that felt so vivid about them, the first adventure of many to come. Over the years you had some that were pleasant and quite enjoyable to form into words. Other ones made you wake up in a cold sweat, terrified from the horrendous things your brain could think of all on your own. You showed the first fifteen pages you had wrote nonstop in the span of three days to your parents—who suggested you to go for it. Write a novel and see where it took you.

It took you farther than you ever expected. You made the decision to publish the name under a pen name of Carver Edlund, You were afraid nobody would take an eighteen year old with no prior experience seriously. You sent the books off to every publishing company you could think of and waited for nothing but rejection letters. Almost all of them were a fail, until you got your lucky break with an Indie company that loved your work. She gushed over the first "Supernatural" book and how good it was, so good that she was reading for the second time after finishing it all in just a day. The work was so good, she  desperately pleaded for more. You agreed to work on more stories, if you were granted complete and total privacy. She agreed.

You placed the cup back down on your desk in favor for a pen, deciding to edit the part you were working on last night. You felt a tinge of embarrassment from what the kind of nonsense your mind was able to come up with. It was always the day after you decided to edit. A fresh perspective to edit the mistakes you might have made and correct words that might flow better. However, it didn’t take much effort to slip back into the fictional world you thought you created.

“Sam and Dean exited the Impala and stepped onto the sidewalk. Dean took out the ripped piece of paper with the address scribbled down and read it one more time, wanting to make sure it was correct. All though he wasn’t sure what kind of house a man who wrote the lives was to look like, what they saw wasn’t what they...perceived. A small two-story house laid in front of them didn’t look like it belonged to a person they never met. It looked like every other one on this street, a white picket fence and a flourishing garden blooming this early spring. The boys knew looks could be deceiving. They wanted to make sure this was the residence of the man who knew personal details about themselves, things nobody should know.

The boys waited not a second longer. They approached the front door with trepidation. Did they really want to learn the secrets that lay beyond that door? The brothers traded soulful looks, answering the question without speaking a word. With determination, Dean pushed the doorbell with forceful...determination."

You furrowed your brow when you noticed you accidentally repeated the same word twice. You clicked on your pen and scratched out the word for something better. Before the tip of the pen could even touch the paper, you found yourself looking over your shoulder when the doorbell rang. Your dog, who had been peacefully resting at your feet, raised his head in curiosity. You rolled your eyes when he followed the behavior by a series of loud barks. You shushed the German Shepherd, mumbling for Winchester to calm down as rubbed a hand across his fur. You weren’t expecting any visitors today. And it’d been ages since you ordered any packages. You pushed yourself up to your feet, deciding to answer it anyway.

You heard a set of nail tap across the wooden floors, Winchester followed behind you to join you in the adventure of who was bugging you this early afternoon. You lived in a safe neighborhood, it was the reason why you moved here in the first place. Plus the rent was cheap. You unlocked the dead bolt and opened the door a crack to see who stood on your porch, two men you’d never seen before.

You noticed their hands were empty—no bible, no useless products to sell you. It meant the “No soliciting” sign worked. But the “Beware of Dog” didn’t ward off strangers who weren't’ here with a good explanation. You were a single woman living on your own and two men that looked to be twice your size were visiting you. Nobody could be too cautious these days with all those sickos running around. Winchester peeked his head out from behind you to see who it was.

“Excuse me, we don’t mean to bother you, but…” The man standing closest to you greets you with an expression that makes it look like he’s having a bad day. He trailed off momentarily when he saw Winchester peek his head out, the dog staring at him. The stranger continued on by asking you a question that made your welcoming smile drop slightly. “We’re looking for a Carver Edlund.”

“Never heard of the guy.” You lied straight through your teeth, shrugging your shoulders. You gave the two strangers another smile, this time, more sympathetic. “You got the wrong house.” “We’re looking for the man who wrote the ‘Supernatural’ books.” You turned your head to the second man, who’s taller, but much more nicer looking. “We know he wrote them under a fake name. But we didn’t get his real one, just his address. We were told he lives here.”

“We really need to talk to him.” The man standing next to you said, urgency in his voice. You could tell he was trying to be polite. Your swallowed slightly as you wrapped your fingers around the door frame. It seemed he could read your hesitance. “Let me guess, he’s your boyfriend. He probably likes his privacy. But this is important. Is he home, by chance? It’ll just take five minutes. That’s all.”

“Why do you want to meet him so badly?” You questioned the both of them.

“We’re...We’re really big fans.” The taller one said. You narrowed your eyes slightly when both of them share a look before directing their attention back to you. “You see, my brother and I are journalists and we were hoping to have an interview with him, see who the real man is behind these books. Shed some light on the series to gain more attention. That’s all.”

You looked at the two of them for a moment, wondering if what you were hearing was true. You had never had something like this happen before. Most journalists, all three of them, contacted you through email to try and get a personal interview with you. You never had someone show up on your front door, trying to figure out the true identity behind a book series that paid your way through college, something that started out from a vivid dream. Your body relaxed as you let out a sigh, deciding if they were big fans, you’d let him in on a secret.

“Well, since you guys went all this trouble...Hi,” You opened the door slightly wider and leaned yourself against it, your lips stretching into a smile when you spoke the truth you had been trying to hide for over four years. “The name’s Y/N Y/L/N. I’m the author of the ‘Supernatural’ books.”

"Wait, you? You’re the sucker who wrote all those books?” Your face scrunched up slightly when the man standing closest to you changed his attitude. He suddenly broke out into a smile, acting as if you told him a funny joke. You slowly nodded your head and gave him a dirty look. If he was here to make fun of your work, you’d be more than happy to tell him to shove his arrogance where the sun didn’t shine. It seemed that wasn’t the case. He sobered up when he realized you were telling the truth, he was in the right place, and he was speaking to the author. “Well, nice to meet you. Let me tell you who we are. I’m Dean. This is Sam.” He pointed a finger to the taller man stan is next to him. “The Dean and Sam you've been writing about.”

You stared at the two men standing on your porch, trying to process what they just said as the ends of your lips slowly stretched into a smile. You didn't know what you should laugh first at. The fact that these two men went through all the trouble of tracking down your publisher that you hadn't talked to in almost five months for an address to figure out who the real writer of a barely popular book series. Or they were crazy, pretending to be fictional characters you made up. You didn’t even bother wasting your breath to give a response. You stepped back and slammed the door right on their face. You reached up a hand to lock the door, but before you could, you heard the doorbell go off again.

You contemplated for a moment if you wanted to do the right thing and ignore them. Worst case scenario if they got rowdy you'd call the cops and get their asses hauled off. However, you found yourself suddenly overcome with anger when you heard them switch from the doorbell to furiously pounding on your front door. You rolled your eyes, you decided to confront the two very delusional men who needed a dose of reality.  

“Look, uh... I appreciate your enthusiasm. Really, I do. It's, uh, it's always nice to hear from the fans. But how about you be like everyone else and drop me an email or something. Not show up on my doorstep like a bunch of freaks. The reason why I wrote under a fake name was so I could keep my privacy. And I’d like to keep it that way.” You spoke in a serious tone, informing them they needed to get out of here. “For your own good, I strongly suggest you get a life.”

Your left the two men with the words of advice they should take as you swung the door shut to end this conversation once and for all. Instead the one who called himself Dean thought it was a good idea to reach out a hand and slam it against the door, using his strength to keep it open.

“See, here's the thing, sweetheart. We have a life.” He said. You scoffed loudly at his words that sounded like a lie from how they were acting. You attempted once more to shut the door and lock it, but he was quicker than you. He inched himself closer so his fingers wrapped around the edge of the wood. “You've been using it to write your books.”

“Right.” You mumbled, chuckling at the tough guy act this idiot was putting on. You didn’t try and make Winchester calm down when he prowled closer to the two strangers. He let out a low, threatening growl when he sensed a changed in the atmosphere. “You have five seconds to get your hand off my door and off my property before I call the cops.”

It seemed “Dean” would take his chances with your threat. He pushed his way into your house, making you stumble slightly into the place as Winchester jumped in between the both of you, making the men suddenly stop dead in their tracks before they could do anything else. The dog began to bark incessantly and growl at the strangers when he thought one of them might try and do something stupid.

“Look, we’re not here to hurt you.” The one who thought he was Sam reassured you. Your face scrunched up from his words that sounded the least bit comforting. Their actions spoke louder, and it screamed they were a bunch of lunatics. “We just want to know how you’re doing it.”

“Doing what?” You asked them. “I’m not doing anything.”

“Are you a hunter?” The other man questioned you.

“What? Are you high or something? Get out of my house. Now” You ordered, as if you had any sort of authority to do such a thing. It took all of your control to keep your voice steady as your heart pounded roughly against your ribcage. The two men didn’t listen, they just stared at you, waiting for an answer. "I'm a writer. That's it."

“Then how do you know so much about demons and tulpas and changelings?” Dean threw out a few fictional monsters you wrote about in your series. You backed away slowly, wondering how to stop this situation before it could escalate to the nightmares a single woman had while living on her own. Murdered, robbery...other things that made a shiver run down your spine just form the thought.

“I read a lot of science fiction and horror books. H.P. Lovecraft, Stephen King all that stuff. That’s where most it came from. And I did research, too. I wanted it to be realistic as possible.” You admitted. You thought the answers would be enough, but the one who thought of himself as Dean wouldn’t back down so easily. “Look, is this some kind of weird ‘Misery’ thing because I killed off Dean?”

“It’s not a ‘Misery’ thing. Believe me, we are not fans.” He said, shaking his head at the accusation. You didn’t believe one word he spoke. The man looked down at your dog when he heard it stop barking but showing no signs of backing down. Because it thought his owner was in danger. He quickly realized barging in like this made a wrong impression. They didn’t think a twenty something year old woman wrote their lives. The man changed his tone of voice, into more of a calm one. “Look, we aren’t here to break your legs. We just wanna talk. That’s it. Five minutes. And then we’ll be out of your hair for good.”

You didn’t feel the least bit reassured by his promise, but as a sign of good faith, or stupidity on your part, you stepped forward and shushed Winchester to keep quiet. You ushered him to back down and reassured that everything was fine. You stared at the two men in front of you, wondering if they were going to keep to their word.

“Fine. Who are you?” You asked them. “Really?”

“I’m Sam. This is Dean.” The taller man must have thought you were stupid when they tried to keep pulling this little act.

You rolled your eyes and pushed yourself back up to your feet, trying your hardest not to lose your patience with them. “For the last time, Sam and Dean are fictional characters.” You told them in a quiet, strained voice from what was going on. “I made them up! They're not real!”

The two men thought they could change your mind with some proof. You didn’t know why, but you found yourself following outside to their car—which was a 1967 Chevy Impala, color black and in mint condition, kept a single scratch on it. You’d never seen one in person, but she was a sight for sore eyes. Winchester trailed behind you to the outside and sat himself down on the sidewalk after you told him to. He was quiet, but he remained diligent, waiting for one of them men to try something.

The one who called himself Dean wanted you to take a look at the inside of their trunk, the words were a bit more creepier than he expected. You crossed your arms over your chest, expecting it to be empty and for one of them to shove you inside before locking you in there. When the trunk opened up, it wasn’t empty and you remained where you stood, but what you saw was even more horrifying. You inhaled a deep breath as you felt your eyes jumping around at all the stuff they had in there, an arsenal for a mad man.

“Are those real guns?” You asked in a meek tone.

“Yup.” The one who thought of himself as Dean said. You swallowed when he pointed out all the things you mentioned in the book. “This is real rock salt, these are real fake IDs.”

“Well, I got to hand it to you guys. You really are my number one fans. That’s,” You scratched the back of your neck as you felt yourself choosing the flight option in this situation. You nervously chuckled and began to slowly back away, hoping you might be able to dash inside the house and call the cops before things got too far. They were crazy, you thought. Obsessed. “That’s awesome. So, I-I think I've got some posters in the house.” You turned so fast on the back of your heels, you had a shot at running for your life. But before you could take a single step to safety, you heard the one who was pretending to be Dean spoke up. “Y/N, stop.” He called out to you, and for some reason, you listened to him.

“You lay one finger on me and I’ll start screaming.” You warned them as you turned back around to face the two men. You gave them a deadly glare as Winchester pushed himself back up on all four legs and came back over to you. "What the hell do you want?"

“How much do you know?” The taller one, Sam, questioned you with all sorts of things that you had written about in the secrecy of your own office. “Do you know about the angels? Or Lilith breaking seals?”

“Wait a minute. Wait a minute.” You mumbled, shaking your head from what he was asking you. You looked at the two men in front of you with a confused expression from what was going on, all of a sudden you had a few questions of your own. “How do you know about that?”

“The question is,” This supposed Dean asked, “how do you?”

You furrowed your brow slightly, "'Cause I wrote it."

“You kept writing?” Sam, or so he called himself, wondered.

“Yeah, even after the publisher went bankrupt, but those books never came out. Nobody's ever seen them except for me.” You said, telling them as you pointed a thumb over your shoulder and to your house. You suddenly felt a nudge against your leg, the dog was growing funny all of a sudden when he let out a low whine. You rolled your eyes and gave him a command, speaking his name for the first time in front of the boys. “Winchester, sit.”

"You named your dog Winchester?" You nodded your head, knowing this was the conversation that you would make up the lie that it was about how your dad was a big fan of guns and you named the dog after him. The man decided to formally introduce himself. "Well, nice that's a mighty fine coincidence. Cause you see, like I said...I'm Dean Winchester, and this is my brother, Sam."

You looked up from your dog after you began to subconsciously ran a hand through his fur to try and calm him down. You felt your face fall in surprise from what they told you. "Last names were never in the books. I never told anybody that. I never even wrote it down. Nobody knows I even wrote those books. People only think I named my dog after a freaking gun. You mumbled. You suddenly felt yourself hit with a dizzy spell from the things that were slowly connecting in your head. You stared at the two men in front of you, the ones you had wrote God knows how many books on and years of dreams about. Alive and in the flesh. “Sam and Dean Winchester...Well, nice to meet you.”

[Next Part]

[skepticaloccultist]

Hell Fire Club Books

Hell Fire Club Books is a rather remarkable, very old school approach to book binding and publishing. Helmed by Eamonn Loughran they have released an astounding collection of esoteric and occult volumes over the last two decades. Individually hand craft leather and vellum bound volumes, hand worked tooling and incredible editions and folio bindings are a hallmark of HFCB work.

After reviewing his incredible edition of the Keys of Rabbi Solomon I thought that a chat about the work his is doing would be enlightening to those who, like myself, have a love for fine bindings and beautiful books.

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Lets start off with a bit of background on Hell Fire Club. When did you start publishing fine bindings? What was your first volume?

Well 'Hell Fire Club Books' really began about 20-21 years ago with my interest in the PGMs (Greco Egyptian Magical Papyri) where I produced a facsimile of one document with suggested new readings, it was the legendary 'Headless God' invocation, something that I am working on completing for this year (yes 21 years later!). The real intent of Hell Fire Club Books was to provide a window into the magical current of an old incarnation of Thelema and to link that with the modern world. I was living in Buckinghamshire (UK) at the time and had been simultaneously researching Crowley's techniques in Liber Samekh and the history of the 18th century Hell Fire Club. Behind 'Hell Fire Club Books' is actually a small circle which keeps the legends and symbolism of the original Hell Fire Club alive, thats what makes it unique!

  Fine binding is having a renaissance at the moment, with deluxe editions becoming the norm for most publishers of the esoteric. HFCB on the other had is all fine bindings. How do you choose which works you feel need the special bindings you create?

Things jump at me! I literally get a big charge from the creative and magical work I'm handling and from there its a daemonic rush to the bindery where something physical takes shape! I was trained in a bindery in Nottingham UK which was established in 1903, the old guys had never worked anywhere else and binding in leather by hand was a daily practice. My first real test there was a run of over 450 leather bound books in silk lined boxes for the Houses of Parliament, a row of highly skilled craftsmen working like steam engines drinking tea all day and chatting about fishing and cricket with me in the middle trying to keep up! I learned from working with them and soaked it all up with enthusiasm every minute! I suppose I'm a visual and tactile thinker really, I've never understood the concept of a non-physical magic, for me everything is inherently physical and where the manifestation of a book touches people not only in distant places but across time then we can be sure that their experience is a more powerful one, a book literally initiates a new current.

Leather and vellum binding and sourcing high quality papers are increasingly difficult. Where do you acquire the variables for your productions?

Fortunately the best producers are all still in business! In the UK there are a number of bookbinder suppliers both trade and conservation etc plus good tanneries both here and in France and Germany. I have to say that from long experience there is only one supplier of vellum I would use and thats William Cowleys of Buckinghamshire, they have been in business over a hundred years and their work is perfection every time. I have used many paper-marblers and toolmakers over the years and have ventured into using letterpress a few times, we have two large format vintage presses here which I hope to use more of this year.

As our readers are aware I am a lover of beautiful bindings and consider it an art. Each of your works being made by hand and not outsourced means they are practically art objects. How do you feel about the sometimes eye watering secondary market valuations of your work?

Well to an extent the 'dealer' market can help to keep things in the public eye for many years, I do believe that many dealers are simply looking at the math and pricing accordingly, but yes there are a few examples of unfriendly pricing which is a pity. Personally I get more satisfaction in knowing that somebody out there got the one thing they really wanted than that a small number of people have one of everything. Im a bit of an idealist and would like to feel that handling a book or other object made by hand inspires people to really get into something, to really live it and for that magical act to reverberate throughout their lives.

Having done a bit of binding myself one hurdle has been finding the tools required to do the gold tooling for the covers, particularly the brass text pieces. How did you come on to the tool set you have?

I literally built it up over the last 10-15 years, I did inherit a significant collection of 19the and 20th century brass letters and tools (including sets in Greek and Hebrew) from the bindery I worked for, otherwise I have had tools designed and cut for each individual project. Theres a tray cabinet in the bindery with over a hundred drawers of tools and blocks which is a goldmine of ideas, sometimes I just spend an hour browsing!

Your recent publication of Peterson's translation of the Honorius looks to be another exceptional work. As you move forward with HFC do you foresee more contemporary works and translations being released?

Yes absolutely, in fact over the last year I have expanded the bindery and whether for my own imprint or for others I have been involved in at least one new publication per week. Over the last 9 years I was mostly involved in running a village pub in a place called Castle Bytham in Lincolnshire, the bindery then was a converted barn at the rear of the main building. To be honest I had outgrown it in the first few months and was looking for a larger workspace either within the village or nearby. About 12 months ago I took on a huge space in a Victorian malthouse which has since been filled with more benches, presses and so forth, a simply enormous studio but I love it!

Are you doing all of the bindery work yourself or do you have assistants? A run of hundreds of volumes is an incredible amount of work for an individual.

I am doing all the work myself I do have a bit of help with hand sewing one day a week but apart from that it's me myself and I! I was trained in a bindery established in 1903 and the prevailing attitude was pretty Victorian, the company was considered old fashioned on the 1960s and hadn't changed a bit when I worked there! I worked with a bunch of old guys who had either been letterpress trade apprentices or had gone up in the trade as bookbinders, one even had his original indenture (a form of apprentices' contact which goes back over 100 years). I actually own a set of presses and hand tools which were bought by the company when they stared as a stationers shop in the early 1900s, one of the hand tools is dateable to the 18th century (it was in a biscuit tin!) and was a treasured talisman until the company moved premises and I inherited it.

I do often hear the voices of the old binders I used to work with, turning the same presses daily that they worked at for forty years, old chaps who loved cricket, fishing and weekends away in caravans. What always tickled me was the way they gently poked fun at each other about things that happened over thirty years previously! I'm the late 1960s one of the guys had fancied himself as a songwriter and even appeared on an early television talent show, he was beaten to the prize by a singing dog, his workmates never let him forget it and thirty years later they all still sang the song on his birthday!

Do you have a particular work you feel is your masterpiece so far? One that stands out to you as an exemplar of your fantastic skills?

I guess I would have to say that the vellum edition of The Holy Books of Thelema in a leather clamshell box was pretty damn good! I got a real kick out of making all the books and boxes for all the different sets, it was over 1000 books handmade plus boxes etc so a huge commitment for one person but to think that it was the first time (since Crowley's own 1909 edition) that the Holy Books had been produced in the manner he specified, arranged exactly as the A.'.A.'. students ought to receive it. After that I think that 'The Sacred Magic of Abramelin' edited by Georg Dehn (both vellum and calfskin editions) and the 'Honorius' by Joseph Peterson are rather special.

Tell me about the re-release of "Secret Symbols of The Hell Fire Club". What type of binding and edition size can we look forward to?

The Secret Symbols of The Hell Fire Club has been an important publication for us since its first release seven years ago, it went out of print very quickly and copies are extremely difficult to find even for our members. An electronic version was made available but since then both new information and original sources have come to light which make a new edition essential. I should imagine we will produce a limited number of leather copies and a trade edition which will be sent out mainly through the United States.

The book traces the ideas and history behind the Hell Fire Club of the 18th century and gives an insight into its survival today, following clues left in the caves at West Wycombe and architecturally in the house and surrounding area, an initiatory journey is unfolded which throws light on the nature of the current of Thelema before Crowley, a mystery school with a symbolism otherwise unknown.

Have you done commission work or custom volumes for individuals or other publishers? Is that something you are open to doing?

I have done many commissions over the years and am working on a few now, mostly private manuscripts that require archival boxes or some manner of conservation but occasionally rebinding older printed books and creating blank books and artists books. Large format work is a particular favourite of mine and I love using the bigger presses to produce monsters!

I have worked with other publishers on a number of occasions and there are some well known esoteric works I have had a quiet hand in, I think in time the bindery will expand again as we continue to publish and to accept archival and private work. Who knows what the future holds...

Explore the many creations of Eamonn's Hell Fire Club Books here:

www.hellfireclubbooks.co.uk

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Tips For Ticket Picture Success - photo for visa and Basic Dimensions for Ticket Photos

Tips For Ticket Picture Success - photo for visa and Basic Dimensions for Ticket Photos

 Perform you dread having you photograph for ticket taken? Well you needn't fret you do not have to be an incredibly version to take a wonderful passport picture. thephotoapp.co.uk

 Benjamin Franklin once mentioned "by failing to prepare, you are readying to fail." The same principle can be actually applied to having you key picture taken. Abide by these tips for wonderful end results that you may be honored of; besides you will certainly must carry it around for the following years!

 IN WHICH TO HAVE YOUR PHOTO TAKEN

 You can obtain a photograph for visa or key coming from numerous office outlets depending on your individual preference it is actually even achievable to take the picture yourself. You will need to decide on advantage and cost. DIY possibilities are commonly cheaper however require higher levels of IT knowledge. For professional results you can easily explore a center, going down this option usually tends to be actually the most costly. Whichever approach you choose make sure you are actually entirely satisfied along with the outcomes before your passport pictures are actually published.

 INDIVIDUAL APPEARANCE AND GROOMING

 Create an additional exclusive effort in your individual appeal. Program a trip to the salon for a hairstyle colour and type. This are going to ensure your picture looks great for years to follow. Men keep your face hair brushed and clean those jobs half-done on the time of your picture. Ladies when administering cosmetics keep hues neutral, organic and matte, deal with any blemishes along with concealer.

 APPAREL

 White is actually likewise an off-limits as you will mix in along with the background it additionally produces you appear washed out. A passport image possesses numerous different make uses of so gown cautiously; a business-like clothing will function properly.

 SLEEP

 To avoid those bags under your eyes, make sure you acquire enough rest the evening prior to your passport photograph is taken. This are going to acquire you appearing your finest and make a much more pleasing image.

 EXPRESSION

 Some key image laws carry out not permit you to grin. Nevertheless this does not indicate you need to look depressed as well as down at the oral cavity. Kick back! Presume satisfied thought and feelings maybe a situation or individual that will make you smile. Then maintain a neutral phrase along with both eyes open as well as mouth finalized. Spend some time to practice your present in a mirror before you have your image gotten.

 An integral aspect of tickets is the passport photograph steering licence. The passport picture is vital not even if it aids worldwide flight terminal authorities recognize the flier guest, yet considering that it also helps all of them produce safety and security adjustments also. The travel permit photo is actually additionally one of the explanations why the key is looked at to be actually one of the authentic IDs a person can easily present when making some purchases.

 Nonetheless, this every person needs to have to know - the ticket image is certainly not merely a typical I.D. photograph, it has various requirements when it relates to the dimension along with the present and attire of the person in it, to ensure that needs to have to be actually taken note of.

 In some countries, where the passporting unit is presently totally automatic, when folks administer for a travel permit, they acquire to be actually taken a photograph using a digitized computer electronic camera right away. This means, there is no more any kind of demand for individuals to fret regarding what their passport image measurements need to be actually. But also for countries where the ticket photos is still quite guide, below is a manual to assist all of them out.

 The Standard Passport Photo Dimensions

 In the United States, the conventional ticket photograph should possess measurements of precisely 2 ins by 2 ins. The face needs to be actually superimposed, and also the measurement of the photograph's upper hand from the peak of the person's direct down of his chin must range from an inch around 1 3/8 inches.

 As well as, if one has just had a hair cut, at that point the key pictures he is going to reveal the authorizations need to show that. Right now, if the individual will usually possess to put on a hairpiece, a veiling (for religious women or Moslem women, prescribed glasses, or even a hearing aid, at that point they ought to place all of them on when taking a travel permit photograph.

 According to the clothes, the demand for U. S. keys is new normal 12 street outfit. Nonetheless, there are actually some nations that call for the passport applicant to be in formal gear, or even at the very least, to become in a t-shirt that has collars on it. Meanwhile, when the key applicant is actually a priest or a nun, that is required to put on a certain type of outfit a lot of the time, it is good for him to simply be presented featuring that outfit.

 Now, with the improvements in modern technology, you can resize your travel permit photos on your own which too from the comfort of your house. You must be assuming how is this feasible? Resizing a passport photograph is actually bound to involve great deals of technicalities, there are actually tied to be dimensions and also other such information to become thought about ... and now along with internet image resizers, you can place all these worries to rest.

 There are actually various types of resizers accessible on the Internet, which can be actually download for free and also utilized to resize photos, such as your passport image. Particular resizers offer you the choice of especially generating ticket photos that you can easily imprint through your very own printer. You may also download and install photograph sizers ?? that support you to transform the size and plant digital photographs to basic ticket picture measurements.

 The image resizer may handle just about any sort of image as well as aid you to chop the picture, lessen the size and also take a print out of the basic travel permit photos. You can easily simply save the resized as well as renewed image on your hard disk drive and can easily take a printing whenever you wish. You may get multiple key photos in a cost effective fee.

 These photograph resizers are actually easily available on the web. All you have to carry out is actually explore as well as install them, that also free of expense! The moment downloaded and install, you can easily utilize it to resize, plant, readjust, create improvements and also switch an ordinary digital photo into a conventional sized passport picture.

 A personal no longer possesses to go to an authorities key company in purchase to obtain passport services. They are actually currently on call online as well as permit someone to acquire a preliminary ticket, restore a ticket, or have added pages included to an existing ticket.

 There are actually online business that supply these passport services in a portion of the opportunity that it took when making use of the traditional techniques. These companies release brand-new keys, supply renewals, and also make it possible for the passport owner to update name and get in touch with relevant information in a dependable way. They provide these services within the duration selected through the individual, helping make for a very customer-friendly knowledge.

 These handling firms charge a cost for these services and also the amount varies relying on company opted for and handling time preferred. Each firm might charge different volumes, so some comparison-shopping is actually advised. Nevertheless, read through the great printing online internet sites to see to it that the provider decided on shows up trustworthy.

 It is a good idea that the candidate publishes the kinds as well as then follows the on the internet directions to make certain that everything is performed adequately. This is valuable for those applicants unknown along with the ticket process.

 The consumer service group will definitely also aid throughout the handling of the preferred ticket service. They have years of expertise operating along with this federal government company and also continue to be improved on the progression of the documents.

 A certified birth certification is actually one of the satisfactory forms of records that verify citizenship. The candidate needs to get this paper from a urban area, region, or even condition federal government in innovation if it is actually certainly not presently on-hand. There are likewise additional kinds of identity that are actually reasonable if the applicant performs not possess one of the major forms.

 The deal containing copies of identification, accomplished forms, as well as passport photographes need to be sent out to the processing firm through mail. Because they make it possible for tracking of the package, utilizing a private service provider company like FedEx or even UPS is actually highly recommended. When sending details as very sensitive as this, it is crucial to confirm that it came in safely and securely at its own destination.

 The principal reason travel permits acquire put off is considering that of an inappropriate travel permit photograph. It appears every year the government happens out along with even more and more strict requirements for what is actually taken into consideration appropriate for a travel permit picture.

 But if you yearn for to perform your passport image in the home, here are actually some tips to observe to create a satisfactory image:

 Border the subject along with total skin, frontage, eyes open.

 See to it the image presents complete head coming from top of hair to bottom of face; elevation of head ought to measure 1 in to 1-3/8 inches (25 mm to 35 mm).

 The head within frame.

 Make sure eye elevation is between 1-1/8 ins to 1-3/8 inches (28 mm and also 35 mm) from bottom of photo.

 Eyeglasses should be actually put on if ordinarily utilized by the target.

 Photograph subject versus a pure white or beige history.

 Position target and lighting fixtures thus that there are actually no disruptive shadows on the image or history.

 Urge the topic to possess an all-natural look.

 If you follow these guidelines, you should not have any concerns possessing your key photo approved. The largest explanation for a lot of keys being actually turned down is shadows throughout the face or against the background. I normally utilize Photoshop to remove all of them when I carry out have shadows in the history.

 Keep in mind that if you are actually making use of a digital electronic camera to take your ticket pictures, the particular needed in the picture requires a high resolution. I recommend at the very least 3 mega-pixels. That will certainly guarantee that your image will definitely maintain the honesty necessary to retain all face details.

 If you attempt to imprint your personal images for ticket objectives, are sure you have a first class digital photo ink-jet printer and also picture newspaper to print the photo on. Printed images ought to be continual shade, and also certainly not pixelated. All facial information should be simply discernible.

 A travel permit is extremely comparable to a chauffeur's license in the United States. The majority of countries need a valid passport to enter or even exit.

 To apply for a brand-new ticket, you'll require some documents proving who you are actually as well as a long time to go apply. Current adjustments in the travel permit rules demand that most candidates should show up in person to get one.

 US residents that have actually never ever received a ticket just before ought to take a licensed childbirth certificate; present and authentic driver's license, government or even military I.D.; 2 key photos that comply with the requirements listed below and also charges of $97 plus extra $60 expedited solution.

 Kids under 17 years old are actually needed to support a key for the majority of foreign travel. Youngsters under 14 are demanded to have consent of either each parents' or even guardians' to use for a passport.

 Children or even adults born outside the US will certainly need to have to get an overseas birth certificate, report of childbirth abroad, certification of childbirth abroad or even a fostering mandate.

 Pictures for keys are required to be 2x2 ins. They should be exact same, taken within the past 6 months, be actually in shade with the complete face, main viewpoint revealing on a white colored background.

 To locate a key place near you, visit travel.state.gov and also click "Passports" after that "Where to Apply for a Passport". Once it is actually been released, it commonly takes between 2 as well as 6 full weeks to receive a passport. After you got your authentic passport, you will not must fret about expiry for a full ten years.

 Revitalization of your ticket is actually much easier, quicker and cheaper than the original issuance. You are actually qualified to restore your travel permit if you have obtained it within 15 years, it is not damaged, were actually more mature than 16 when it was actually last provided as well as still possess the same title or documents for a legal title improvement.

 To renew your ticket, you should send a finished application, two the same ticket photographes, the charge of $67 and your present, valid, not-mutilated passport. Expedited solution is an added $60. Renewals are actually usually refined as well as come back within two or 3 weeks.

 You can easily inspect the status of a new or revitalized travel permit by heading to travel.state.gov, clicking on "Passports" after that "Online Application Status Check". You'll input your title, date of birth as well as the final 4 figures of your social safety amount.

 Electronic keys are in the function in the U.S. The electronic travel permit, "e-passport", will definitely be actually extremely comparable to the existing paper key. The addition of a little included integrated circuit on an electronic photo as well as the return cover will certainly deliver a lot of fringe benefits. Initially, the records stashed will be far more complicated to pass through and alter. Second, the digital photograph is going to allow for biometric evaluation via facial awareness technology. Extra anti-fraud protection components will additionally be included on the e-passport. Traditional paper passports will definitely still be actually acknowledged with their complete period of validity.

 Irrespective of where your traveling will be actually taking you, it is regularly a great suggestion to hold your valid, current key with you. When things misbehave, whether in Mexico, Malaysia or throughout between, your passport is your ticket to acquire defenses as well as liberties you are actually as a result of during that nation. Maintain it along with you as you would your driver's license in the United States.

 When are you called for to have a key? If you travel to Afghanistan, Antigua, Argentina, Australia, Austria, Bangladesh, Barbados, Belgium, Belize, Brazil, Cambodia, Chili, China, Cook Island, Costa Rica, Cuba, Czech Republic, Denmark, Dominican Republic, Egypt, Ethiopia, Fiji, Finland, France, Germany, Greece, Guatemala, Haiti, Hungary, Iceland, India, Iraq, Iran, Ireland, Israel, Italy, Japan, Jordan, Korea, Madagascar, Malaysia, Mali, Morocco, Netherlands, New Zealand, Norway, Pakistan, Panama, Philippines, Poland, Portugal, Russia, South Africa, Spain, Sweden, Switzerland, Thailand, Turkey, United Kingdom/ Great Britain, Venezuela, Vietnam and the British Virgin Islands, a passport (and also potentially a visa) will be called for.

 For airfare to Aruba, the Bahamas, Bermuda, Canada, the Cayman Islands, Grenada, Jamaica, Mexico, Montserrat, Puerto Rico, St. Kitts-Nevis, St. Lucia, St. Vincent and also the Grenadines, the Turks as well as Caicos Islands as properly as the United States Virgin Islands starting in 2007, a ticket will be required yet hasn't remained in previous years.

 Unique keys are issued for mediators or those taking a trip on part of the United States federal government. These are provided for no-fee as well as are actually simply legitimate for travel when on official service.

 As you enter overseas countries your ticket will certainly be marked. As you go out, the Customs team of the United States are going to verify where you've been, the length of time you existed as well as what items you must announce (for tax reasons.) The seals are actually commonly looked at the greatest gift of a global trip.

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Early Boston books are as rare as any books I sell, Most of these books are not represented fifty miles from the Atlantic seaboard, these examples offered here are in original condition, original Bindings, and with all faults never restored. The books have lead a life as hard as the early colonials.

I would like to sell them as a group, if you are interested please contact me .

  292G   John    Cotton            1693-1757       Two sermons preach’d at Dorchester, on the Lord’s-Day, April, 9, 1727. By John Cotton, M.A. Pastor of the Church of Christ in Newtown. Published at the repeated desire of many that heard them. With a preface by the Rev. Mr. Danforth, Pastor of the Church in Dorchester

Boston:Printed by B. Green, Jun. for S. Gerrish, at the lower end of Cornhill,1727  $2,200

Duodecimo 5 1/4 X 3 inches.  A4 (of 6) B-F  G  [  Bookseller’s advertisements, p. [65-68].                             This copy is bound in its original full sheep binding over scabbord

  W28431 Author – personal “>Cotton, John, 1693-1757. Title Two sermons preach’d at Dorchester, on the Lord’s-Day, April, 9, 1727. By John Cotton, M.A. Pastor of the Church of Christ in Newtown. Published at the repeated desire of many that heard them. With a preface by the Rev. Mr. Danforth, Pastor of the Church in Dorchester. Publisher/year Boston : Printed by B. Green, Jun. for S. Gerrish, at the lower end of Cornhill, 1727. Physical descr. [2],vi,4,63,[5]p. ;  12⁰. General note Errata note, p. [64]. Bookseller’s advertisements, p. [65-68]. Uncontrolled note Signatures: A-F⁶ G⁴ Citation/references Evans, 2862 Sabin, 17098 Surrogates Microfiche. Woodbridge, Conn. Primary Source Microfilm, an imprint of Gale Group 2003. 1 microfiche. (Selected Americana from Sabin’s Dictionary of books relating to America ; fiche 42,498). s2003 ctu b Person as subject Jesus Christ — Divinity — Early works to 1800. Subject Sermons, English — 18th century. Sermons — 1727. . Added name Danforth, John, 1660-1730. Copies – N.America American Antiquarian Society

291G   Thomas          Doolittle        1632-1707       A treatise concerning the Lords Supper: with three dialogues for the more full information of the weak, in the nature and use of this sacrament. By Tho. Doolitte

Boston: Reprinted by B. Green, for Benj. Eliot, at his shop under the west end of the town-house,1708     $3,300

Duodecimo    (A1 lacking and blank) A2-G12, H11 lacking H12 final leaf of “An Advertisement”        Second Boston edition                   This copy is bound in its original full sheep binding over scabbord            Thomas Doolittle (1632–1707), nonconformist tutor, third son of Anthony Doolittle, a glover, was born at Kidderminster in 1632 or the latter half of 1631. While at the grammar school of his native town he heard Richard Baxter preach as lecturer (appointed April 5, 1641) the sermons afterwards published as “The Saint’s Everlasting Rest” (1653). These discourses produced his conversion. Placed with a country attorney he scrupled at copying writings on Sunday, and went home determined not to follow the law. Baxter encouraged him to enter the ministry. He was admitted as a sizar at Pembroke Hall, Cambridge, on June 7, 1649, being then “17 annos natus.” He could not, therefore, have been born in 1630, as stated in his “memoirs.” The source of the error is that another Thomas, son of William and Jane Doolittle, was baptised at Kidderminster on Oct. 20, 1630. His tutor was William Moses, afterwards ejected from the mastership of Pembroke. Doolittle graduated with an M.A. at Cambridge. Leaving the university for London he became popular as a preacher, and in preference to other candidates was chosen (1653) as their pastor by the parishioners of St. Alphage, London Wall. The living is described as sequestered in Rastrick’s list as quoted by Palmer, but James Halsey, D.D., the deprived rector, had been dead twelve or thirteen years. Doolittle received Presbyterian ordination. During the nine years of his incumbency he fully sustained his popularity. On the passing of the Uniformity Act (1662) he “upon the whole thought it his duty to be a nonconformist.” He was poor; the day after his farewell sermon a parishioner made him a welcome present of 20l. A residence had been built for Doolittle, but it appears to have been private property; it neither went to his successor, Matthew Fowler, D.D., nor did Doolittle continue to enjoy it. He removed to Moorfields and opened a boarding-school, which succeeded so well that he took a larger house in Bunhill Fields, where he was assisted by Thomas Vincent, ejected from St. Mary Magdalene, Milk Street. In the plague year (1665) Doolittle and his pupils removed to Woodford Bridge, near Chigwell, close to Epping Forest, Vincent remaining behind. Returning to London in 1666, Doolittle was one of the nonconformist ministers who, in defiance of the law, erected preaching-places when churches were lying in ruins after the great fire. His first meeting-house (probably a wooden structure) was in Bunhill Fields, and here he was undisturbed. But when he transferred his congregation to a large and substantial building (the first of the kind in London, if not in England) which he had erected in Mugwell (now Monkwell) Street, the authorities set the law in motion against him. The lord mayor amicably endeavored to persuade him to desist from preaching; he declined. On the following Saturday about midnight his door was broken open by a force sent to arrest him. He escaped over a wall, and intended to preach next day. From this he was dissuaded by his friends, one of whom (Thomas Sare, ejected from Rudford, Gloucestershire) took his place in the pulpit. The sermon was interrupted by the appearance of a body of troops. As the preacher stood his ground “the officer bad his men fire.” “Shoot, if you please,” was the reply. There was considerable uproar, but no arrests were made. The meeting-house, however, was taken possession of in the name of the king, and for some time was utilized as a lord mayor’s chapel. On the indulgence of March 15, 1672 Doolittle took out a license for his meeting-house. The original document, dated April 2, hangs in Dr. Williams’s library. The meeting-house is described as “a certaine roome adjoining to ye dwelling-house of Thomas Doelitle in Mugwell Street.” Doolittle owned the premises, but he now resided in Islington, where his school had developed into an academy for “university learning.” When Charles II (March 8, 1673) broke the seal of his declaration of indulgence, thus invalidating the licenses granted under it, Doolittle conducted his academy with great caution at Wimbledon. His biographers represent this removal as a consequence of the passing (it may have been an instance of the enforcing) of the Five Miles Act (1665). At Wimbledon he had a narrow escape from arrest. He returned to Islington before 1680, but in 1683 was again dislodged. He removed to Battersea (where his goods were seized), and thence to Clapham. These migrations destroyed his academy, but not before he had contributed to the education of some men of mark. Matthew Henry, Samuel Bury, Thomas Emlyn, and Edmund Calamy, D.D., were among his pupils. Two of his students, John Kerr, M.D., and Thomas Rowe, achieved distinction as nonconformist tutors. The academy was at an end in 1687, when Doolittle lived at St. John’s Court, Clerkenwell, and had Calamy a second time under his care for some months as a boarder. Until the death of his wife he still continued to receive students for the ministry, but apparently not more than one at a time. His last pupil was Nathaniel Humphreys. The Toleration Act of 1689 left Doolittle free to resume his services at Mugwell Street, preaching twice every Sunday and lecturing on Wednesdays. Vincent, his assistant, had died in 1678; later he had as assistants his pupil, John Mottershead (removed to Ratcliff Cross), his son, Samuel Doolittle (removed to Reading), and Daniel Wilcox, who succeeded him. Emlyn’s son and biographer says of Doolittle that he was “a very worthy and diligent divine, yet was not eminent for compass of knowledge or depth of thought.” This estimate is borne out by his “Body of Divinity,” a painstaking and prolix expansion of the assembly’s shorter catechism, more remarkable for its conscientiousness and unction than for its intellectual grasp. His private covenant of personal religion (Nov. 18, 1693) occupies six closely printed folio pages. He had long suffered from stone and other infirmities, but his last illness was very brief. He preached and catechized with great vigor on Sunday, May 18, took to his bed in the latter part of the week, lay for two days unconscious, and died on May 24, 1707. He was the last survivor of the London ejected clergy.                        Evans 1349; Holmes Increase Mather #2 (“An advertisement, directed to the communcants in the churches of New-England.”–p. [177-180], signed: Increase Mather. Boston, N.E. May, 10th, 1708.)

Author – personal Doolittle, Thomas, 1632?-1707. Title A treatise concerning the Lord’s Supper: with three dialogues for the more full information of the weak, in the nature and use of this sacrament. By Thomas Doolittel, M.A. Edition The six and twentieth edition. [One line from I Corinthians]. Publisher/year Boston : Printed by T. Fleet, for the booksellers, and sold at their shops, 1727. Physical descr. [8],208p. ;  12⁰. General note Running title: Of the Lord’s Supper. Uncontrolled note Signatures: A-S⁶ Citation/references Evans, 2865 Subject Lord’s Supper. >Dialogues. Added name “Fleet, Thomas, 1685-1758, printer. Copies – N.America American Antiquarian Society Boston Public, Main College of the Holy Cross General Theological Seminary, Saint Mark’s Library Harvard University Andover-Harvard Theological Harvard University, Houghton Library Historical Society of Pennsylvania John Carter Brown Library, Brown University Massachusetts Historical Society Trinity College Union Theological Seminary United States, Library of Congress

  835F    Robert            Russell          fl 1692            Seven Sermons: Viz. I. Of the Unpardonable Sin against the Holy Ghost: or, the Sin Unto Death. II. The Saint’s Duty and Exercise: in Two Parts. Being an Exhortation to, and Directions for Prayer. III. The Accepted Time and Day of Salvation. IV. The End of Time, and Beginning of Eternity. V. Joshua’s Resolution to Serve the Lord. VI. The Way to Heaven Made Plain. VII. The Future State of Man: or, a Treatise of the Resurrection. By Robert Russel, at Wadhurst, in Sussex

London: printed by W[illiam]. O[nley]. for J. Blare, at the Looking-glass on London-bridge, 1718.  $ 2,600

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Duodecimo   6 X 3.25 inches          A-H12.                         Even the binding structure of this book seems American, it is bound in sheep over scabord and sewn on  two leather sewing supports Of Russell, I could find very little, yet he was immensely popular, especially in the colonies being reprinted in Boston in 1701, 1727 & 1728. There is no doubt that Russell’s style of sermonizing upon sin met with the Mather’s approval. All early editions are quite rare.

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      Russel, Robert, active 1692. Title

Seven sermons: viz. I. Of the unpardonable sin against the Holy Ghost; or, The sin unto death. II. The saint’s duty and exercise: in two parts: being an exhortation to, & direction for prayer. III. The accepted time and day of salvation. IV. The end of time, and beginning of eternity. V. Joshua’s resolution to serve the Lord. VI. The way to heaven made plain. VII. The future state of man: or, A treatise of the resurrection. By Robert Russel, at Wadhurst, in Sussex. Edition The eleventh edition. Publisher/year

   Boston : Reprinted by John Allen, for John Eliot, at his shop in Orange-Street, 1718. Physical descr.    178,[2]p. ;  12⁰. Uncontrolled note           Signatures: A-P⁶ (P6 blank) Shipton & Mooney, 39691 Surrogates Digital image available in the Readex/Newsbank Digital Evans series. Available via the World Wide Web. Access limited by licensing agreements. Genre/form

Sermons — Collections. Added name

Allen, John, 1660?-1727?, printer.

Eliot, John, 1692-1771, bookseller. Copies –            N.America

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449G   Thomas  Vincent  (1634-1678,)   &   Charles Leslie, 1650-1722.

An explicatory catechism: or, An explanation of the Assemblies Shorter catechism. : Wherein all the answers in the Assemblies catechism are taken abroad in under-questions and answers, the truths explain’d, and proved by reason and Scripture ; several cases of conscience resolv’d, some chief controversies in religion stated, with arguments against divers errors. Useful to be read in private families, after examination in the catechism it self, for the more clear and thorough understanding of what is therein learn’d.

Boston in New-England : Printed for D. Henchman, over against the Brick-Meeting-House in Cornhill, John Phillips, at the Stationers-Arms, and T. Hancock, at the Bible and Three Crowns near the town-dock., 1729.       $,1500

Octavo  5 1/2 X 3 inches. A-V  X  (X3 verso, X4 blank)   Even the binding structure of this book seems American, it is bound in sheep over scabord and sewn on  two leather sewing supports      VINCENT, THOMAS (1634–1678), nonconformist divine, second son of John Vincent and elder brother of Nathaniel Vincent [q. v.], was born at Hertford in May 1634. After passing through Westminster school, and the grammar school at Felsted, Essex, he entered as a student at Christ Church, Oxford, in 1648, matriculated 27 Feb. 1650–1, and graduated B.A. 16 March 1651–2, M.A. 1 June 1654, when he was chosen catechist. Leaving the university, he became chaplain to Robert Sidney, second earl of Leicester [q. v.] In 1656 he was incorporated at Cambridge. He was soon put into the sequestered rectory of St. Mary Magdalene, Milk Street, London (he was probably ordained by the sixth London classis), and held it till the uniformity act (1662) ejected him. He retired to Hoxton, where he preached privately, and at the same time assisted Thomas Doolittle [q. v.] in his school at Bunhill Fields. During the plague year (1665) he preached constantly in parish churches. His account of the plague in ‘God’s Terrible Voice in the City by Plague and Fire,’ 1667, 8vo, is very graphic. Subsequently he gathered a large congregation at Hoxton, apparently in a wooden meeting-house, of which for a time he was dispossessed. He did not escape imprisonment for his nonconformity. He died in his prime on 15 Oct. 1678, and was buried (27 Oct.) in Cripplegate churchyard. His funeral sermon was preached by Samuel Slater [q. v.] Among his publications were, besides many sermons: 1. ‘A Spiritual Antidote for a Dying Soul,’ 1665, 8vo. 2. ‘The Foundation of God standeth Sure,’ 1668, 8vo; against William Penn [q. v.], the quaker. 3. ‘Wells of Salvation Opened,’ 1669, 8vo. 4. ‘Fire and Brimstone,’ 1670, 8vo. Posthumous was 5. ‘Holy and Profitable Sayings,’ 1680, broadsheet. [Funeral Sermon by Slater, 1679; Wood’s Athenæ Oxon. ed. Bliss, iii. 1174; Wood’s Fasti, ed. Bliss; Reliquiæ Baxterianæ, 1696, iii. 2, 19, 95; Calamy’s Account, 1713, p. 32; Calamy’s Continuation, 1727, i. 30 sq.; Wilson’s Dissenting Churches of London, 1808, ii. 191 sq.; Neal’s Hist. of the Puritans, ed. Toulmin, 1822, iv. 451, 479; Foster’s Alumni Oxon. 1500–1714.]                        Evans, 3229: Rosenbach, A.S.W. Children’s books, 2

Author – personal Vincent, Thomas, 1634-1678. Title An explicatory catechism: or, An explanation of the Assemblies Shortercatechism. Wherein all the answers in the Assemblies catechism are taken abroad in under-questions and answers, the truths explain’d, and proved by reason and Scripture; several cases of conscience resolv’d, some chief controversies in religion stated, with arguments against divers errors. Useful to be read in private families, after examination in the catechism it self, for the more clear and thorough understanding of what is therein learn’d. By Thomas Vincent, some times Minister of Maudli Milk-Street in London. Publisher/year Boston in New-England : Printed for D. Henchman, over against the Brick-Meeting-House in Cornhill, John Phillips, at the Stationers-Arms, and T. Hancock, at the Bible and Three Crowns near the town-dock, 1729. Physical descr. [2],viii,315,[3]p. ;  8⁰. Uncontrolled note Signatures: A-V⁸ X⁴ (X3 verso, X4 blank) Citation/references Evans, 3229 Rosenbach, A.S.W. Children’s books, 23 Copies – N.America American Antiquarian Society Boston Public, Main Connecticut Historical Society Free Library of Philadelphia General Theological Seminary of the Protestant Episcopal Harvard University Andover-Harvard Theological Library Henry E. Huntington Library and Art Gallery John Carter Brown Library, Brown University Library Company of Philadelphia Massachusetts Historical Society New York Public Library Rosenbach Museum and Library United States, Library of Congress Yale University, Sterling Memorial

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