
"It is as if time has not passed here at all, over the intervening years. The old stones under my feet, the open breadth of the sanctuary, the over-rich scent of incense, the great lines of white candles flickering in a winter draught, they are the same. My footfalls resound on the flagstones of this great cruciform hall."
— from the novel Sinful Folk sinfulfolk.com
Published on December 24, 2013 16:01