“The daylight ebbs into the snow. Above us the swallows...



“The daylight ebbs into the snow. Above us the swallows rustle and nest. After the sun goes, there is nothing left here in this dark room but faces ruddy in the light of the flames. As the smoke comes out of the chimney of this little fallen house, I can again see Nell upon the little forest way beside her croft, the stones patterned with petals and cedar boughs, scented with the lavender and mint she planted with her own hands.”

– from the novel Sinful Folk

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Published on June 28, 2015 07:00
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