“He had never before been quite so acutely aware of the particular quality and function of November, its ripeness and its hushed sadness.”
- Ellis Peters, Brother Cadfael’s Penance.
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“Great darkness and constant, feeble light, the slow flowing of time from far beyond his conception…”
“Great darkness and constant, feeble light, the slow flowing of time from far beyond his conception to far beyond his power to follow, the solitude about him and the troubled and peopled world within, a steady rhythm as perfect as sleep. … He prayed as he breathed, forming no words and making no specific requests, only holding in his heart, like broken birds in cupped hands, all those people who were in stress or grief because of this little saint, for if he suffered like this for their sake, how much more must she feel for them?”
- Ellis Peters, A Morbid Taste for Bones.
- Ellis Peters, A Morbid Taste for Bones.