"Behind me a round window: a circle of light that stabs through...



"Behind me a round window: a circle of light that stabs through into the gloom of candles and dusty scrolls. Dust motes float in the beam of light and land upon the leg-irons and my blood-flecked tunic. The light from that window seems like a ghostly shape to me, an angel that hangs over all of us, silently judging every truth, every lie."



— from the novel Sinful Folk

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Published on March 08, 2014 07:00
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