"Ten years ago, Michaelmas. Summer hours fading into dusk, day dying slow. I had fallen out of the..."

“Ten years ago, Michaelmas. Summer hours fading into dusk, day dying slow. I had fallen out of the straight path into a place of harsh rocks and broken brambles, like the legend tells Satan fell from heaven on St. Michael’s Day. But I had fallen from no heaven, and those who pursued me were no angels.”

- Sinful Folk, by Ned Hayes (forthcoming in 2012)