Black script lettering reading angel face and devil thoughts on a plain white background, shown as a tattoo design rather than on skin.

Angel face and devil thoughts lettering

Lettering · Black and grey · Flash

The image shows two lines of black cursive lettering on a white background, reading angel face followed by devil thoughts, each ending in a full stop. The letterforms are fine, upright and slightly flowing, with even stroke weight and no shading. The text is placed with the first line offset to the left of the second, leaving generous white space around it.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit closer, the wind off the moat takes the bad bits out to sea, so you may as well hear the good ones. You want the tale of Maud Thrale, who kept the bell at Corran Keep when the roof still held. Her hands were soft as proving dough and she smiled at every man who came through the gate, tax collectors and tinkers alike, so the village called her angel face and meant it kindly enough.

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Behind that smile she kept a ledger. Each night she sat by the cold grate with a stub of charcoal and wrote her true opinions on scraps of vellum in a small, leaning hand that nobody else could read. Devil thoughts, she called them, and she never once said them aloud. Her brother Tam, who had the loud voice and the bigger debts, found the scraps tucked in the rafters the spring the roof came down.

The lord sold the bell that winter to pay his wine merchant, and the buyers came up the hill with a cart and a sour mood. Maud met them at the gate with a jug of mulled cider and a smile so sweet they forgot what they had come for. They stayed to supper, they stayed to cards, and by morning they had signed over their own cart for the privilege of hearing her sing.

Tam kept the scraps. When the lord's steward came asking after the bell, Tam read him one of his sister's notes aloud, the one about his own boots, and the man laughed so hard he walked straight into the moat. Maud's own words are still cut into the lintel above the bridge, angel face and devil thoughts, each with its full stop, and if you stand where the gate used to be you can read them for yourselves.