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@darkedinburgh.bsky.social
· Nov 12
Just setup cross-posting so a little test and I thought why not make that a reminder that there is an award winning Dark Edinburgh book!
https://obversebooks.co.uk/product/dark-edinburgh/
https://obversebooks.co.uk/product/dark-edinburgh/
"From scenes like these, old Scotia’s grandeur springs,
That makes her lov’d at home, rever’d abroad."
- Robert Burns, The Cotter's Saturday Night
That makes her lov’d at home, rever’d abroad."
- Robert Burns, The Cotter's Saturday Night
January 25, 2026 at 7:02 PM
"From scenes like these, old Scotia’s grandeur springs,
That makes her lov’d at home, rever’d abroad."
- Robert Burns, The Cotter's Saturday Night
That makes her lov’d at home, rever’d abroad."
- Robert Burns, The Cotter's Saturday Night
"So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing."
- T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets
- T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets
January 24, 2026 at 7:43 PM
"So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing."
- T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets
- T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets
"Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels..."
- T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels..."
- T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
January 23, 2026 at 7:16 PM
"Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels..."
- T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels..."
- T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
"The narrow passage led infinitely down like some hideous haunted well, and the torch I held above my head could not light the unknown depths toward which I was crawling."
- The Nameless City, H.P. Lovecraft
- The Nameless City, H.P. Lovecraft
January 22, 2026 at 6:46 PM
"The narrow passage led infinitely down like some hideous haunted well, and the torch I held above my head could not light the unknown depths toward which I was crawling."
- The Nameless City, H.P. Lovecraft
- The Nameless City, H.P. Lovecraft
"The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night."
- Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance
- Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance
January 21, 2026 at 6:53 PM
"The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night."
- Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance
- Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance
"Deeply lost in the night. Just as one sometimes lowers one's head to reflect, thus to be utterly lost in the night."
- Franz Kafka, Diaries
- Franz Kafka, Diaries
January 20, 2026 at 7:07 PM
"Deeply lost in the night. Just as one sometimes lowers one's head to reflect, thus to be utterly lost in the night."
- Franz Kafka, Diaries
- Franz Kafka, Diaries
"He drew near the gates of the college which looked to him to be the principal one, expecting them to be open and the inmates going in and out, as in the melodramas. But they were shut, and the windows of the lodge were dark."
- Thomas Hardy, Jude the Obscure
- Thomas Hardy, Jude the Obscure
January 19, 2026 at 7:04 PM
"He drew near the gates of the college which looked to him to be the principal one, expecting them to be open and the inmates going in and out, as in the melodramas. But they were shut, and the windows of the lodge were dark."
- Thomas Hardy, Jude the Obscure
- Thomas Hardy, Jude the Obscure
"Even on Sunday, when it veiled its more florid charms and lay comparatively empty of passage, the street shone out in contrast to its dingy neighbourhood, like a fire in a forest."
- Robert Louis Stevenson, The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde
- Robert Louis Stevenson, The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde
January 18, 2026 at 7:10 PM
"Even on Sunday, when it veiled its more florid charms and lay comparatively empty of passage, the street shone out in contrast to its dingy neighbourhood, like a fire in a forest."
- Robert Louis Stevenson, The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde
- Robert Louis Stevenson, The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde
"The daylight, passing through the glass roofs, bathed the large halls in rays of light, where the golden dust danced; while the noise of the crowd, the tramping of feet, the confusion of voices, rose like a clamour of high tide."
- Émile Zola, The Ladies' Paradise
- Émile Zola, The Ladies' Paradise
January 17, 2026 at 7:03 PM
"The daylight, passing through the glass roofs, bathed the large halls in rays of light, where the golden dust danced; while the noise of the crowd, the tramping of feet, the confusion of voices, rose like a clamour of high tide."
- Émile Zola, The Ladies' Paradise
- Émile Zola, The Ladies' Paradise
"It was a pleasant cafe, warm and clean and friendly, and I hung up my old waterproof on the coat rack to dry and put my worn and weathered felt hat on the rack above the bench and ordered a cafe au lait."
- Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
- Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
January 16, 2026 at 7:13 PM
"It was a pleasant cafe, warm and clean and friendly, and I hung up my old waterproof on the coat rack to dry and put my worn and weathered felt hat on the rack above the bench and ordered a cafe au lait."
- Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
- Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
"Walking in the night with the dark houses over you, like monsters... No hospitable doors, no lit windows, just frowning darkness. Frowning and leering and sneering, the houses, one after another... I’ve had enough of these streets that sweat a cold, yellow slime."
Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
January 15, 2026 at 6:53 PM
"Walking in the night with the dark houses over you, like monsters... No hospitable doors, no lit windows, just frowning darkness. Frowning and leering and sneering, the houses, one after another... I’ve had enough of these streets that sweat a cold, yellow slime."
Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
"Architecture is the art which so disposes and adorns the edifices raised by man for whatsoever uses, that the sight of them contributes to his mental health, power and pleasure."
- John Ruskin, The Seven Lamps of Architecture
- John Ruskin, The Seven Lamps of Architecture
January 14, 2026 at 9:47 PM
"Architecture is the art which so disposes and adorns the edifices raised by man for whatsoever uses, that the sight of them contributes to his mental health, power and pleasure."
- John Ruskin, The Seven Lamps of Architecture
- John Ruskin, The Seven Lamps of Architecture
"Even in the darkest of times we have the right to expect some illumination, and that such illumination may well come less from theories and concepts than from the uncertain, flickering, and often weak light that some men and women... will kindle under almost all circumstances"
- Hannah Arendt
- Hannah Arendt
January 13, 2026 at 7:18 PM
"Even in the darkest of times we have the right to expect some illumination, and that such illumination may well come less from theories and concepts than from the uncertain, flickering, and often weak light that some men and women... will kindle under almost all circumstances"
- Hannah Arendt
- Hannah Arendt
"Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases, the future recedes. Possibilities decreasing, regrets mounting."
- Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance
- Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance
January 12, 2026 at 7:00 PM
"Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases, the future recedes. Possibilities decreasing, regrets mounting."
- Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance
- Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance
"For we are very lucky, with a lamp before the door
And Leerie stops to light it as he lights so many more."
- Robert Louis Stevenson, The Lamplighter
And Leerie stops to light it as he lights so many more."
- Robert Louis Stevenson, The Lamplighter
January 11, 2026 at 7:02 PM
"For we are very lucky, with a lamp before the door
And Leerie stops to light it as he lights so many more."
- Robert Louis Stevenson, The Lamplighter
And Leerie stops to light it as he lights so many more."
- Robert Louis Stevenson, The Lamplighter
"Great people of yore, kings and queens, buffoons and grave ambassadors, played their stately farce for centuries in Holyrood. Wars have been plotted, dancing has lasted deep into the night, murder has been done in its chambers."
- Robert Louis Stevenson, Picturesque Notes
- Robert Louis Stevenson, Picturesque Notes
January 10, 2026 at 7:05 PM
"Great people of yore, kings and queens, buffoons and grave ambassadors, played their stately farce for centuries in Holyrood. Wars have been plotted, dancing has lasted deep into the night, murder has been done in its chambers."
- Robert Louis Stevenson, Picturesque Notes
- Robert Louis Stevenson, Picturesque Notes
"It was a back staircase, dark and narrow, but he was familiar with it already, and knew his way, and he liked all these surroundings: in such darkness even the most inquisitive eyes were not to be dreaded."
- Fyodor Dostoevsky Crime and Punishment
- Fyodor Dostoevsky Crime and Punishment
January 9, 2026 at 7:04 PM
"It was a back staircase, dark and narrow, but he was familiar with it already, and knew his way, and he liked all these surroundings: in such darkness even the most inquisitive eyes were not to be dreaded."
- Fyodor Dostoevsky Crime and Punishment
- Fyodor Dostoevsky Crime and Punishment
"...the feeling grows upon you that this also is a piece of nature in the most intimate sense; that this profusion of eccentricities, this dream in masonry and living rock, is not a drop-scene in a theatre, but a city in the world of every-day reality"
- Robert Louis Stevenson, Picturesque Notes
- Robert Louis Stevenson, Picturesque Notes
January 8, 2026 at 7:15 PM
"...the feeling grows upon you that this also is a piece of nature in the most intimate sense; that this profusion of eccentricities, this dream in masonry and living rock, is not a drop-scene in a theatre, but a city in the world of every-day reality"
- Robert Louis Stevenson, Picturesque Notes
- Robert Louis Stevenson, Picturesque Notes
"When the sun went down a million little gaslights, shaped like the eyes in peacocks’ feathers, opened in their glass cages, but nevertheless broad stretches of darkness were left on the pavement."
- The Years, Virginia Woolf
- The Years, Virginia Woolf
January 7, 2026 at 7:03 PM
"When the sun went down a million little gaslights, shaped like the eyes in peacocks’ feathers, opened in their glass cages, but nevertheless broad stretches of darkness were left on the pavement."
- The Years, Virginia Woolf
- The Years, Virginia Woolf
"Our blue shadows are enormous! We move in a gigantic, joyful world!”
- Vladimir Nabokov
- Vladimir Nabokov
January 6, 2026 at 7:08 PM
"Our blue shadows are enormous! We move in a gigantic, joyful world!”
- Vladimir Nabokov
- Vladimir Nabokov
"Nothing mattered, really, because an anonymous city is the moral equivalent of a darkened room.”
- Denise Mina, Exile
- Denise Mina, Exile
January 5, 2026 at 7:08 PM
"Nothing mattered, really, because an anonymous city is the moral equivalent of a darkened room.”
- Denise Mina, Exile
- Denise Mina, Exile
"There was, to my mind, something eerie and ghost-like in the endless procession of faces which flitted across these narrow bars of light, sad faces and glad, haggard and merry. Like all human kind, they flitted from the gloom into the light, and so back into the gloom once more."
- Conan Doyle
- Conan Doyle
January 4, 2026 at 7:02 PM
"There was, to my mind, something eerie and ghost-like in the endless procession of faces which flitted across these narrow bars of light, sad faces and glad, haggard and merry. Like all human kind, they flitted from the gloom into the light, and so back into the gloom once more."
- Conan Doyle
- Conan Doyle
"Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium."
- T.S. Eliot, Rhapsody on a Windy Night
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium."
- T.S. Eliot, Rhapsody on a Windy Night
January 3, 2026 at 9:17 PM
"Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium."
- T.S. Eliot, Rhapsody on a Windy Night
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium."
- T.S. Eliot, Rhapsody on a Windy Night
"Secrets, silent, stony sit in the dark palaces of both our hearts: secrets weary of their tyranny: tyrants willing to be dethroned."
- James Joyce, Ulysses
- James Joyce, Ulysses
January 2, 2026 at 9:04 PM
"Secrets, silent, stony sit in the dark palaces of both our hearts: secrets weary of their tyranny: tyrants willing to be dethroned."
- James Joyce, Ulysses
- James Joyce, Ulysses
"Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road."
- Jack Kerouac, On the Road
- Jack Kerouac, On the Road
January 1, 2026 at 7:03 PM
"Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road."
- Jack Kerouac, On the Road
- Jack Kerouac, On the Road