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258 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 26, 2012
But the knowledge that Sidroc lived was like a signal-fire on a shore I could not hope to gain. It burned, a beacon through day and night and storm and joy, through war and harvest feast, constant and unchanged. This was what he meant to me these ten years.As a recovering Catholic, I also really enjoyed the description of the “heathen” goddess whom she is named after:
She was Ceridwen to the Welsh, and the sister-Goddesses Frigg and Freyja to my kinsmen and to the Danes. By any name, She was ever the bringer of beauty and pleasure and abundance, and these were all good things. She did not Damn mankind. She was not cursed with original sin. It was She who blest women with rich wombs, and men with good seed to fill them, and made fruitful every field each Summer that both might live and thrive. It was She, dancing with her God, who created first the pleasure that now I knew as woman with my lover-husband; all these lusts and desires and passions were given voice in me by Her.